About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him - and I didn’t know how potent that part might be - that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
Why am I covered in feathers
When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.
Yes, because a vampire slumber party is the pinnacle of safety conscious behavior.
I already know how strong you are. You didn't have to break the furniture." —Bella Swan
Yeah, it's an off day when I don't get somebody telling me how edible I smell." - Bella Swan.
I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.
I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.
Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you
I tried to be diplomatic, but mostly I just lied a lot.
Fall down again, Bella?' No, Emmett, I punched a werewolf in the face.
Don't be self-conscious, if I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I'm not ashamed of it.
i want you, and i want you forever. one lifetime is simply not enough for me.
My last night as Isabella Swan. Tomorrow night, I would be Bella Cullen. Though the whole marriage ordeal was a thorn in my side, I had to admit that I liked the sound of that. - bella swan
I thought you were supposed to be pretending I don’t exist, not irritating me to death.
I was in disbelief that I’d just explained my dreary life to this bizarre, beautiful boy who may or may not despise me. Bella Swan
You could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers – the monsters, the enemies. When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?
It was not going to be the end of the world. Just the end of the Cullens. The end of Edward, the end of me. I preferred it that way – the last part anyway. I would not live without Edward again; if he was leaving this world, then I would be right behind him.
What is a valid reason for someone to love someone else? Since apparently I’m doing it wrong.
It was sort of the pattern to my life - I'd never been strong enough to deal with the things outside my control, to attack the enemies or outrun them. To avoid the pain. Always human and weak, the only thing I'd ever been able to do was keep going. Endure. Survive.
or simply: