Twilight

"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."

"Odd as this might sound, I suppose I'm glad you're here, Jacob." "You mean 'as much as I'd love to kill you, I'm glad [Bella's] warm', right?" "It's an uncomfortable truce, isn't it?"

""And when does this little truce end?" Jacob asked. "First light? Or do we wait until after the fight?" There was a pause as they both considered. "First light," they both whispered, and then laughed quietly."

"I was like Cathy, like Wuthering Heights, only my options were so much better than hers, neither one evil, neither one weak. And here I sat, crying about it, not doing anything productive to make it right. Just like Cathy."

"Seth jumped to his feet again suddenly, the hackles on the back of his neck standing up stiffly. I looked around, but saw nothing. If Seth didn't cut it out, I was going to throw a pinecone at him."

"When I left you, Bella, I left you bleeding. Jacob was the one to stitch you back up again. That was bound to leave its mark — on both of you. I'm not sure those kinds of stitches dissolve on their own."

"I can be noble, Bella. I'm not going to make you choose between us. Just be happy, and you can have whatever part of me you want, or none at all, if that's better. Don't let any debt you feel you owe me influence your decision."

"What happened to fighting back? Don't start with the noble self-sacrifice now! Fight!"

"You are bizarrely moral for a vampire."

"[Victoria] wheeled and flew toward the refuge of the forest like an arrow from a bow. But Edward was faster — a bullet from a gun."

"Sure, Bella, don't worry. He was himself enough to tease me." "Tease you?" I echoed in shock. "Yeah — in between insulting somebody's mother and taking the Lord's name in vain, he said, 'Bet you're glad she loves Cullen instead of me today, huh, Charlie?'"

"I'm exactly right for you, Bella. It would have been effortless for us — comfortable, easy as breathing. I was the natural path your life would have taken. [...] If the world was the way it was supposed to be, if there were no monsters and no magic..."

"He's like a drug for you, Bella." His voice was still gentle, not at all critical. "I see that you can't live without him now. It's too late. But I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would have been the air, the sun."

"The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse."

"It had not been Edward and Jacob that I'd been trying to force together, it was the two parts of myself, Edward's Bella and Jacob's Bella. But they could not exist together, and I never should have tried."

""Bella...are you sure? Did you make the right choice? I've never seen you in so much pain —" His voice broke on the last word. But I had known worse pain."

"I read the lines quietly, mostly to myself. "'If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.'" I nodded, again to myself. "I know exactly what she means. And I know who I can't live without.""

""Tell me why not, Bella," he demanded. "This had better not be about me." Everything in my world was about him. What a silly thing to expect."

"[Edward] once again slid my ring into place on the third finger of my left hand. Where it would stay — conceivably for the rest of eternity."

"I don't even like Bella Swan. And you've got me grieving over this leech-lover like I'm in love with her, too. Can you see where that might be a little confusing? I dreamed about kissing her last night! What the hell am I supposed to do with that?"

"It was a miracle — more than a miracle — when I found you, Melanie. Right now, if I was given the choice between having the world back and having you, I wouldn't be able to give you up. Not to save five billion lives."

"You never know how much time you'll have."

"This place was truly the highest and the lowest of all worlds — the most beautiful senses, the most exquisite emotions... the most malevolent desires, the darkest deeds. Perhaps it was meant to be so. Perhaps without the lows, the highs could not be reached."