Stephenie Meyer World Quotations

It's the strange world.' 'The strangest.

I always needed that extra fantasy world. I had to have another world I could be in at the same time.

Emmett thought about that for a moment. 'You really... love her?' 'I can't even describe it, Emmett. All of a sudden, this girl's the whole world to me. I don't see the point of the rest of the world without her anymore

Before I tell you my story," Jasper said. "you must understand that there are places in our world, Bella, where the life span of the never-aging is measured in weeks, and not centuries.

I would probably never be able to do anything interesting or special like Edward, Alice and Jasper could do. Maybe I would just love Edward more than anyone in the history of the world had ever loved anyone else.

Everything in my world was about him. What a silly thing to expect.

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.

It was not going to be the end of the world. Just the end of the Cullens. The end of Edward, the end of me. I preferred it that way – the last part anyway. I would not live without Edward again; if he was leaving this world, then I would be right behind him.

Her existence alone was excuse enough to justify the creation of the entire world.

the best 4 letter word in the world is Hope

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.

It is a strange world," I murmered, more to myself than to the native soul. "The strangest," he agreed.

The outside world holds no interest for me without you." -Edward

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

So when he touched me, it was deeper and slower than the wildfire, like the flow of molten rock far beneath the surface of the earth. Too deep to feel the heat of it, but it moved inexorably, changing the very foundations of the world with its advance.

Books have been thought of as windows to another world of imagination

Strange world isn't it?

How did anyone survive this world, with these bodies whose memories wouldn't stay in the past where they should? With the emotions that were so strond I couldn't tell what I felt anymore?

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 are the most beautiful thing in my world.