New Moon (novel)

""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."

"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 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."

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

"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?"

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

"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."

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

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

"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."

""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."

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

"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."

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

""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."

"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."

""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."

"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."

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

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

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

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

"[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."

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

"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."

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

"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!"

"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."

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

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

"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?"

"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."

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

"But this was no dream, and, unlike the nightmare, I wasn't running for my life; I was racing to save something infinitely more precious. My own life meant little to me today."

"As the clock began to toll out the hour, vibrating under the soles of my sluggish feet, I knew I was too late — and I was glad something bloodthirsty waited in the wings. For in failing at this, I forfeited any desire to live."

"Eighteen isn't very old," Alice said. "Don't women usually wait till they're twenty-nine to get upset over birthdays?"

"Attention is never a good thing, as any other accident-prone klutz would agree. No one wants a spotlight when they're likely to fall on their face."

"You know, I've never had much patience with Romeo," he commented as the movie started. [...] "Well, first of all, he's in love with this Rosaline—don't you think it makes him seem a little fickle? And then, a few minutes after their wedding, he kills Juliet's cousin. That's not very brilliant. Mistake after mistake. Could he have destroyed his own happiness any more thoroughly?"

"Charlie would be forever grateful to [Alice] for saving him from the horror of an almost-adult daughter who needed help showering."

"You haven't changed at all," Emmett said with mock disappointment. "I expected a perceptible difference, but here you are, red-faced just like always."

"Dazed and disoriented, I looked up from the bright red blood pulsing out of my arm — into the fevered eyes of the six suddenly ravenous vampires."

"You try very hard to make up for something that was never your fault. [...] You didn't choose this kind of life, and yet you have to work so hard to be good." "I don't know that I'm making up for anything," he disagreed lightly. "Like everything in life, I just had to decide what to do with what I was given."

"I think, in most other ways, that I've done the best I could with what I had to work with. But was it right to doom the others to this life? I can't decide."

"Mike Newton would be a hell of a lot healthier for you to be with," he growled. [...] "I'd rather die than be with anyone but you."