Stephenie Meyer Quotations | Page 4

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.

A hundred yards away, Mike Newton was lowering Bella's limp body to the sidewalk. She slumped unresponsively against the wet concrete, her skin chalky as a corpse. I almost took the door off the car.

If he'd done something to harm her, I would annihilate him.

Run, Bella, run. I love you too much, for your good or mine.

They wouldn't let me play; only Alice would play games with me anymore.

Stop it, Mom, you're making me blush.

Bears," I muttered, adding a new fear to the pile. "That would be just her luck, wouldn't it? Stray bear in town. OF course it would head straight for Bella.

Do you ever think that your life might be easier if you weren't in love with me?" — Edward Cullen

Someone has to spread the good news that we survived.

You think I regret saving your life?

There’s something… strange about the way you two are together. The way he watches you — it’s so… protective. Like he’s about to throw himself in front of a bullet to save you or something.

He never leaves, does he?

As long as she wants me, I’m here.

You think of me as a… living stone — hard and cold. That’s true. We are set the way we are, and it is very rare for us to experience a real change. When that happens, as when Bella entered my life, it is a permanent change. There’s no going back…

She reminded me of what it did to her when I left — what it still does to her when I leave. She feels horrible about bringing that up, but she’s right. I’ll never be able to make up for that, but I’ll never stop trying anyway.

Your number was up the first time I met you.

I’m just going to do what I want now, and let the chips fall where they may.

Whoa, whoa! Hold up, there, kid. She lives in Forks, remember? So she gets rained on.

Twilight, again. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him-and I didn’t know how potent that part might be-that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

I don't have the strength to stay away from you anymore

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

Hey, Rosalie? Do you know how to drown a blonde? Stick a mirror to the bottom of a pool.

Why am I covered in feathers

Only you could be more important than what I wanted...what I needed. What I want and what I need is to be with you, and I know I'll never be strong enough to leave again.

My heart hasn't beat in almost ninety years but this was different it was like my heart was gone like I was hallow like I'd left everything here with you.

When you can live forever what do you live for?

Fall down again, Bella?' No, Emmett, I punched a werewolf in the face.

The right thing isn't always real obvious. Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else. So...good luck figuring that out.

Do you really have any idea how important you are to me? Any concept at all of how much I love you?" He pulled me tighter against his hard chest, tucking my head under his chin. I pressed my lips against his snow-cold neck. "I know how much I love you," I answered. You compare one small tree to the entire forest." I rolled my eyes, but he couldn't see. "Impossible.

He sparked on his body that reflect like mini mirrors of diamond

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

What happens when you lose your heart's desire?

Now you know," I said lightly, and shrugged. "No one's ever loved anyone as much as I love you.

I am Switzerland. I refuse to be affected by territorial disputes between mythical creatures.

And the sound of your heart," he continued. "It's the most significant sound in my world. I'm so attuned to it now, I swear I could pick it out from miles away. But neither of these things matter. This," he said, taking my face in his hands. "You. That's what I'm keeping. You'll always be my Bella, you'll just be a little more durable.

Don't be afraid," I said, "We belong together." I was immediatly overcome by the truth of my own words.

You nicked-named my daughter after the Lock Ness Monster!

That’s Edward. He’s gorgeous, of course, but don’t waste your time. He doesn’t date. Apparently none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him.

Does it bother you, me being half naked all the time?

I was stronger than Edward. I'd made him say ow.

She just keeps saying "He’s gone.

I promise that this will be the last time you’ll see me. I won’t come back. I won’t put you through anything like this again. You can go on with your life without any more interference from me. It will be as if I’d never existed.

Once people start throwing wet stuff, I go inside.

The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.

In so many millennia, the humans never did figurs love out. How much is physical, how much in the mind? How much accident and how much fate? Why did perfect matches crumble and impossible couples thrive? I dont know the answer better than they did. Love simply is where it is.

Now and then I see something in her eyes, and I wonder if I’ve ever grasped how much pain she’s really in.

Are you referring to the fact that you can't walk across a flat, stable surface without finding something to trip over?

Well, I'm so sorry that I can't be the right kind of monster for you, Bella.

I shuddered at the image in my head, at the word feed. But Jasper wasn’t worried about frightening me, not overprotective like Edward always was.

What a marshmallow. You should hold out for someone with a stronger stomach. Someone who laughs at the gore that makes weaker men vomit.

And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…" he murmured. I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word. "What a stupid lamb," I sighed. "What a sick, masochistic lion.

oh you do smell good.

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

The bond forged between us was not one that could be broken by absence, distance, or time. And no matter how much more special or beautiful or brilliant or perfect than me he might be, he was as irreversibly altered as I was. As I would always belong to him, so would he always be mine.

So… um… what’s the, er, date? You know, the due date for the little monster.

The part that kills me is that you already know. I already told you everything!

So eager for eternal damnation.

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 think she's having hysterics. Maybe you should slap her.

I held you in my hands, Wanderer, and you were beautiful.

It's something about the inevitability. How nothing can keep them apart--not her selfishness, or his evil, or even death, in the end...their love is their only redeeming quality.

What do I look like? The Wizard of Oz? You need a brain? You need a heart? Go ahead, take mine. Take everything I have.

I am not really breaking any rules. Charlie said I could never take another step through the door again... I came in through the window... Still, the intent was clear," said Edward.

Of course, you’d warm up faster if you took your clothes off.

It's real interesting to have a soul as a friend, and it makes me feel super special that I've managed it.

What was it that made this human love so much more desirable to me than the love of my own kind? Was it because it was exclusive and capricious? The souls offered love and acceptance to all. Did I crave a greater challenge?...Or was it simply better somehow? Because these humans hate with so much fury, was the other end of the spectrum that they could love with more heart and zeal and fire?

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved.

When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.

Charlie took my hand and, in a symbol as old as the world, placed it in Edward’s. I touched the cool miracle of his skin, and I was home.

Um, Bella? You've got a huge cut on your forehead, and it's gushing blood," he informed me. I clapped my hand over my head. Sure enough, it was wet and sticky. I could smell nothing but the damp moss on my face, and that held off the nausea. Oh, I'm so sorry, Jacob." I pushed hard against the gash, as if I could force the blood back inside my head. Why are you apologizing for bleeding?" he wondered as he wrapped a long arm around my waist and and pulled me to my feet.

however, i can read hers- she'll be waiting to ambush you in class.

Speaking of which, would you like to explain to me how you’re alive

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

Angry grizzly bears are going to look tame next to what is waiting for you at home." I snapped the phone shut and placed it in her waiting hand. "I'm done.

My mom is part albino.

You held out your hand, and I took it without stopping to make sense of what I was doing. For the first time in almost a century, I felt hope.

Do you think I’ll ever get better at this? That my heart might someday stop trying to jump out of my chest whenever you touch me?

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?

You’re not asleep, and you’re not dead. I’m here, and I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didn’t want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.

Age is just a number baby, what are you now? 40?

And, by the way, I adore you.... in frightening, dangerous ways.

Life sucks, and then you die...

For one half second, I wondered what it would feel like to put my hand in the fire. What it would feel like when I burned....

What if I'm not a superhero. What if I'm the bad guy?

You're awfully small to be so hugely irritating.

I know - I'll play you for it," Alice suggested. "Rock, paper, scissors." Jasper chuckled and Edward sighed. "Why don't you just tell me who wins?" Edward said wryly. Alice beamed. "I do. Excellent.

Do you remember when you told me I couldn't see myself clearly? You obviously have the same blindness

They call her my singer—because her blood sings for me.

I coveted you. I had no right to want you--but I reached out and took you anyway. And now look what's become of you! Trying to seduce a vampire.

Amazing," Edward muttered. "How can someone so tiny be so annoying?" Alice laughed. "It's a talent.

She sees things — things that might happen, things that are coming. But it’s very subjective. The future isn’t set in stone. Things change.

What is she to me? Except a menace — a danger you’ve chosen to inflict on all of us.

Dream happy dreams. You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. It will always be yours. Sleep,my only love.

love gave someone the power to break you. I'd been broken beyond repair.

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

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!

Here's to responsibility, twice a week.',

I’ve chosen my life — now I want to start living it.

You’re still waiting for the running and the screaming, aren’t you?