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

You know I love you right?”“I know,” he breathed, his arm tightening automatically around my waist. “You know how much I wish it was enough.

I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.

Yes, because a vampire slumber party is the pinnacle of safety conscious behavior.

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.

Why am I covered in feathers?" I asked, confused. He exhaled impatiently. "I bit a pillow. Or two...

Take control. You are a strong, independent woman.

She could never understand why creatures of darkness had the slightest interest in spineless human girls.

His skin was a pretty colour, it made me jealous. Jacob noticed my scrutiny.What?" he asked, suddenly self-conscious."Nothing. I just hadn't realised before. Did you know, you're sort of beautiful?"Once the words slipped out, I worried that he might take my implusive observation the wrong way.But Jacob rolled his eyes. "You hit your head pretty hard, didn't you?" "I'm serious."Well, then, thanks. Sort of."I grinned. "You're sort of welcome.

I was wrong, you were right. I'm dumb, you're smart. I'm ugly, and you're a stone-cold fox.

Alice! You know I love you like a sister!""Words." she growled.

There was no reason for Bella Swan to cross paths with me. She would be avoided like the plague she was.

Repeat one word of what I just said and I'll cheerfully beat you to death, Mike.

You really should stay away from me.

I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I’d smelled in eighty years.

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?

Don't be self-conscious, if I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I'm not ashamed of it.