twilight

"Abruptly, I remembered what had happened to Paris when Romeo came back. The stage directions were simple: They fight. Paris falls."

"[Edward] continued to kiss my hair, my forehead, my wrists...but never my lips, and that was good. After all, how many ways can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating? I'd lived through a lot that should have finished me in the last few days, but it didn't make me feel strong. Instead, I felt horribly fragile, like one word could shatter me."

""I think she's having hysterics. Maybe you should slap her," Alice suggested."

"Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore."

"The odds...," he muttered then, distracted. His voice was so low I wasn't sure I heard it right. "The odds are always stacked against us. Mistake after mistake. I'll never criticize Romeo again."

""Juliet gets dumped and ends up with Paris" would have never been a hit."

""I'm going to get you as close as possible, and then you're going to run in the direction I point you. [...] Try not to trip," she added. "We don't have time for a concussion today." I groaned. That would be just like me — ruin everything, destroy the world, in a moment of klutziness."

"Ah, how I miss my friend Carlisle! You remind me of him — only he was not so angry."

"Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars — points of light and reason. ...And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn't see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything."

"Leave it to you, Bella. Anyone else would have been better off when the vampires left town. But you have to start hanging out with the first monsters you can find."

"The worst the Volturi can do is kill me. [...] You can leave me," I explained. "The Volturi, Victoria...they're nothing compared to that."

"I thought I'd explained it clearly before. Bella, I can't live in a world where you don't exist."

"Love is irrational, I reminded myself. The more you loved someone, the less sense anything made."

"Goodbye, I love you, was my last thought."

"You don't get a lot of suicidal vampires."

"Bella?" "Yes?" She eyed me speculatively. "How strongly are you opposed to grand theft auto?"

""Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty," he murmured, and I recognized the line spoken by Romeo in the tomb."

"I love a happy ending." Aro sighed. "They are so rare."

"It doesn't count until she's conscious, Rose."

"But how could you believe me? After all the thousand times I've told you I love you, how could you let one word break your faith in me? [...] I could see it in your eyes, that you honestly believed that I didn't want you anymore. The most absurd, ridiculous concept — as if there were any way that I could exist without needing you!"

"What if you sincerely believed something was true, but you were dead wrong? What if you were so stubbornly sure that you were right, that you wouldn't even consider the truth? Would the truth be silenced, or would it try to break through?"

""I'm a quick learner, Jacob Black, and I don't make the same mistake twice. I'm here until she orders me away." [...] "Never," I whispered, still locked in Edward's eyes."

"Marry me first." I stared at him, waiting... "Okay. What's the punch line?" He sighed. "You're wounding my ego, Bella. I just proposed to you, and you think it's a joke."

"Shh," I interrupted him. "Hold on a second. I think I'm having an epiphany here. [...] You love me," I marveled. [...] "Truly, I do."

"I thought of Carlisle, the centuries upon centuries that he had struggled to teach himself to ignore blood, so that he could save lives and be a doctor. Nothing could be harder than that."

"What kind of a place was this? Could a world really exist where ancient legends went wandering around the borders of tiny, insignificant towns, facing down mythical monsters? Did this mean every impossible fairy tale was grounded somewhere in absolute truth? Was there anything sane or normal at all, or was everything just magic and ghost stories?"

"I bet she's tougher than that. She runs with vampires."

"So, you're the vampire girl." I stiffened. "Yes. Are you the wolf girl?"

"I thought briefly of the clichés, about how you were suppose to see your life flash before your eyes. I was so much luckier. Who wanted to see a rerun, anyway? I saw him, and I had no will to fight."

"Happiness. It made the whole dying thing pretty bearable."

""It's not normal, Alice, and it...it frightens me. Not normal at all. Not like someone...left her, but like someone died." His voice cracked. It was like someone had died — like I had died. Because it had been more than just losing the truest of true loves, as if that were not enough to kill anyone. It was also losing a whole future, a whole family — the whole life that I'd chosen..."

"Keeping his eyes on mine, Jacob began to bend his face toward me. And I was still absolutely undecided."

"Maybe, if I were very, very, very lucky, I would somehow be able to save Edward. But I wasn't so stupid as to think that saving him would mean that I could stay with him. I was no different, no more special than I'd been before. There would be no new reason for him to want me now. Seeing him and losing him again...I fought back against the pain. This was the price I had to pay to save his life. I would pay it."

"You are so bizarre, even for a human."

"I'd never seen anything more beautiful — even as I ran, gasping and screaming, I could appreciate that. And the last seven months meant nothing. And his words in the forest meant nothing. And it did not matter if he did not want me. I would never want anything but him, no matter how long I lived."

"It was very strange, for I knew we were both in mortal danger. Still, in that instant, I felt well. Whole. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the blood pulsing hot and fast through my veins again. My lungs filled deep with the sweet scent that came off his skin. It was like there had never been any hole in my chest. I was perfect — not healed, but as if there had been no wound in the first place."

"You smell just exactly the same as always. [...] So maybe this is hell. I don't care. I'll take it."

"At least I could be with him again before I died. That was better than a long life."

"It was heaven — right smack in the middle of hell."

"I protected the Cullens' secret out of love; unrequited, but true."

"It was ridiculous that I should be so elated because a vampire knew my name."

"I was like a lost moon — my planet destroyed in some cataclysmic, disaster-movie scenario of desolation — that continued, nevertheless, to circle in a tight little orbit around the empty space left behind, ignoring the laws of gravity."

"Maybe we'll see the super bear," Jacob joked. [...] Billy just laughed at his son. "Maybe you should take a jar of honey, just in case."

"So are you going to be my Valentine?" [...] "What exactly does that entail?" I hedged. "The usual — slave for life, that kind of thing."

"I'd thought that Jake had been healing the hole in me — or at least plugging it up, keeping it from hurting me so much. I'd been wrong. He'd just been carving out his own hole, so that I was now riddled through like Swiss cheese. I wondered why I didn't crumble into pieces."

"Unattainable and impossible, uncaring and distracted... but he was out there, somewhere. I had to believe that."

"Jacob was simply a perpetually happy person, and he carried that happiness with him like an aura, sharing it with whoever was near him. Like an earthbound sun, whenever someone was within his gravitational pull, Jacob warmed them."

"He patted my head. "You're like a little doll," he teased. "A porcelain doll.""

"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'd been broken beyond repair."

"Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk."