Eclipse (novel)

"Honestly though, why do you read [Wuthering Heights] over and over?" [...] "I think it's something about the inevitability. How nothing can keep them apart — not her selfishness, or his evil, or even death, in the end..."

"If we could bottle your luck, we'd have a weapon of mass destruction on our hands."

"Do you really have any idea how important you are to me? Any concept at all of how much I love you?" [...] "I know how much I love you," I answered. "You compare one small tree to the entire forest."

"Yeah, I'll stop by your crypt after school."

"I don't have any leeches on my speed dial."

"I'm really glad Edward didn't kill you. Everything's so much more fun with you around."

"Look after my heart — I've left it with you."

"Did you seriously just stamp your foot? I thought girls only did that on TV."

"I am a neutral country. I am Switzerland. I refuse to be affected by territorial disputes between mythical creatures."

"You don't seem to grasp how dangerous a young werewolf can be. [...] You shouldn't be so reckless." My voice turned acidic. "Yes, because a vampire slumber party is the pinnacle of safety conscious behavior."

"You are in trouble," I said slowly, emphasizing each word. "Enormous trouble. Angry grizzly bears are going to look tame next to what is waiting for you at home."

"Would you like to hear my story, Bella? It doesn't have a happy ending — but which of ours does? If we had happy endings, we'd all be under gravestones now."

"I don't want Edward that way, Bella. I never did — I love him as a brother, but he's irritated me from the first moment I heard him speak."

"This is nice," I commented when he pulled the warm sodas from the grocery bag. "I've missed this place." He smiled, looking around at the plastic sheds bolted together over our heads. "Yeah, I can understand that. All the splendor of the Taj Mahal, without the inconvenience and expense of traveling to India."

"You'd be better off dead. I'd rather you were."

"You can hold me hostage any time you want."

"You're quite adorable when you're jealous. It's surprisingly enjoyable."

"Sleep my Bella, dream happy dreams, you are the only one who will ever touch my heart. It will always be yours. Sleep my only love."

"Does my being half-naked bother you?"

"You look...sexy." I laughed out loud. "Right." "Very sexy, really."

"Hanging out with no one but extremely dexterous people all the time was going to give me a complex."

""I have foreseen...," Alice began in an ominous tone."

"If there were any way for me to become human for you — no matter what the price was, I would pay it."

"I'm not that girl, Edward. The one who gets married right out of high school like some small-town hick who got knocked up by her boyfriend! Do you know what people would think? Do you realize what century this is? People don't just get married at eighteen! Not smart people, not responsible, mature people! I wasn't going to be that girl! That's not who I am...."

"Bella should understand this, too. She's one of us now."

"And you ducked your head, like a good Southern gentleman, and said, 'I’m sorry, ma'am.'" [...] "For the first time in almost a century, I felt hope."

"Emmett and I were away hunting. Jasper shows up, covered in battle scars, towing this little freak" — he nudged Alice playfully — "who greets [the whole family] by name, knows everything about them, and wants to know which room she can move into."

"If I didn't watch myself, I might end up writing my History essay on the vampire wars of the South."

"I tried to imagine telling my parents that I was getting married this summer. Telling Angela and Ben. I couldn't. I couldn't think of the words to say. It would be easier to tell them I was becoming a vampire."

"I can't wait to see what Edward does to you! I hope he snaps your neck, you pushy, obnoxious, moronic DOG!"

"I hate you, Jacob Black." "That's good. Hate is a passionate emotion." "I'll give you passionate," I muttered under my breath. "Murder, the ultimate crime of passion."

""Why did she hit you?" "Because I kissed her," Jacob said, unashamed. "Good for you, kid," Charlie congratulated him."

"But if you ever bring her back damaged again — and I don't care whose fault it is; I don't care if she merely trips, or if a meteor falls out of the sky and hits her in the head — if you return her to me in less than the perfect condition that I left her in, you will be running with three legs. Do you understand that, mongrel?"

"I'll be fighting for her, too. You should know that. I'm not taking anything for granted, and I'll be fighting twice as hard as you will."

"She is mine." Edward's low voice was suddenly dark, not as composed as before. "I didn't say I would fight fair."

"Emmett grinned. "Fall down again, Bella?" I glared at him fiercely. "No, Emmett. I punched a werewolf in the face." Emmett blinked, and then burst into a roar of laughter."

"I feel so useless. So...normal." She cringed in horror of the word. "I can't imagine how awful that must feel. Being normal? Ugh."

"Edward rode in the backseat of my father's police car, behind the fiberglass divider, with an amused expression — probably due to my father's amused expression, and the grin that widened every time Charlie stole a glance at Edward in his rearview mirror."

"They stood out from the rest of the crowd, their beauty and grace otherworldly. I wondered how I'd ever fallen for their human farce. A couple of angels, standing there with wings intact, would be less conspicuous."

"I saw Emmett grin at Mike over the food table, the red lights gleaming off his teeth, and watched Mike take an automatic step back."

"The imprinting compulsion is one of the strangest things I've ever witnessed in my life, and I've seen some strange things. [...] It reminds me of A Midsummer Night's Dream with all the chaos caused by the fairies' love spells...like magic." He smiled. "It's very nearly as strong as the way I feel about you."

"I wondered if I was a monster. Not the kind that [Edward] thought he was, but the real kind. The kind that hurt people. The kind that had no limits when it came to what they wanted."

"I couldn't believe how awkward and idiotic I felt. I was too innocent — which was, of course, central to the discussion. I didn't have the faintest idea how to be seductive. I would just have to settle for flushed and self-conscious."

""Bella," he murmured, his voice warm and velvet. "Would you please stop trying to take your clothes off?" "Do you want to do that part?" I asked, confused."

"You make me feel like a villain in a melodrama — twirling my mustache while I try to steal some poor girl's virtue."

"You can't make me go somewhere you won't be," I vowed. "That's my definition of hell. Anyways, I have an easy solution to all this: let's never die, all right?"

"Oh no," I gasped as he slid down onto one knee. "Be nice," he muttered. [...] "Isabella Swan?" He looked up at me through his impossibly long lashes, his golden eyes soft but, somehow, still scorching. "I promise to love you forever — every single day of forever. Will you marry me?"

"The urge to fight must be a defining characteristic of the Y chromosome. They were all the same."

"Edward is the only person I've ever kissed." "Besides me." "But I don't count that as a kiss, Jacob. I think of it more as an assault."

"Sometimes I think you like me better as a wolf." "Sometimes I do. It probably has something to do with the way you can't talk." He pursed his broad lips thoughtfully. "No, I don't think that's it. I think it's easier for you to be near me when I'm not human, because you don't have to pretend that you're not attracted to me."[...] "No. I'm pretty sure it's because you can't talk."