Stephenie Meyer Quotes (383 Quotes)

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

I'm not dangerous at all I never hurt Grandpa or Sue or Billy. I love humans. And wolf-people like my Jacob."Renesmee dropped Edward's hand to reach back and pat Jacob's arm."

She was thinking what I think she was thinking, wasn't she?

You make your own kinds of mistakes, and I'm sure you'll have your share of regrets in life. But commitment was never your problem, sweetie. You have a better chance of making this work than most forty-year-olds I know. My little middle-aged child. Luckily, you seem to have found another old soul.

But if you ever bring her back damaged again--and I don't care whose fault it is; I don't care if she merely trips, or if a meteor falls out of the sky and hits her in the head--if you return her to me in less than the perfect condition that I left her in, you will be running with three legs. Do you understand that, mongrel?

Holding grudges is not one of your many talents.

I'm not like a car Jacob, now matter how you try to fix me, I'll never run right.

Mike and I both stared at Edward with our mouths hanging open.

This is making me sick, Jacob. Can you imagine what this feels like to me? I don't even like Bella Swan. And you've got me grieving over this leech-lover like I'm in love with her, too. Can you see where that might be a little confusing? I dreamed about kissing her last night! What the hell am I supposed to do with that?

You think I should be as forgiving as you are? We can't all be saints and martyrs.

Sell stupid somewhere else--there's nothing better than that face!

Dad, I wrote. I'm with Alice. Edward's in trouble. You can ground me when I get back. I know it's a bad time. So sorry. Love you so much. Bella.

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.

It's not what you are. It's what you do.

Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear.

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

Don't worry, Mel. Miracles don't work that way. I'll never lose you. I'll never let you get away from me.

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

Super-secret Ninja Club sounds way cooler than the whole BFF thing.

He looks at you like...like you're something to eat.

I peeked up at him one more time, and regretted it. He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind.

It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape.

Thats the beautiful thing about being human: Things change.

You've got a bit of a temper, don't you?

His gift is slower than Jane's. It creeps. It will touch us in a few seconds.

It felt almost rude to ignore toe pretty white bed, but we just weren't going to make it that far.

Silently, I lifted my doggy bowl off the floor. Then, with a quick, powerful flip of my wrist, I threw it into the back of Blondie's head so hard that - with an earsplitting bang - it smashed flat before it ricocheted across the room and snapped the round top piece off the thick newel post at the foot of the stairs.

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

But it's possible to love more than one person at a time, Bella. I've seen it in action.

I believe that. But I want you to know something - when it comes to all this enemies nonsense, I'm out. I am a neutral country. I am Switzerland. I refuse to be affected by territorial disputes between mythical creatures. Jacob is family. You are . . . well, not exactly the love of my life, because I expect to love you for much longer than that. The love of my existence. I don't care who's a werewolf and who's a vampire. If Angela turns out to be a witch, she can join the party, too.

I'm sure I still have boundaries-like the continental U.S, for example.

My hindsight seemed unbearably clear tonight. I could see every mistake I'd made, every bit of harm I'd done, the small things and the big things.

This was why I was here. This was why I would take whatever reception waited for me when I got back. Because, underneath all the anger and the sarcasm, Jacob was in pain. Right now, it was very clear in his eyes. I didn't know how to help him, but I knew I had to try. It was more than that I owed him. It was because his pain hurt me, too. Jacob had become a part of me, and there was no changing that now.

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 looked around herself, disoriented, like she'd forgotten we were at lunch. Like she'd forgotten we were even at school-surprised that we were not alone in some private place. I understood that feeling exactly. It was hard to remember the rest of the world when I was with her.

Damn it! This chick runs with vampires!

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

Jacob was a gift from the gods.

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

What happens when you lose your heart's desire?

Even if we all want you here, you don't belong until you decide you do.

Just snow and sapphire and ink.

Alice is the most… supportive.

He raised his hand, hesitant, conflict raging in his eyes, and then swiftly brushed the length of my cheekbone with his fingertips. His skin was as icy as ever, but the trail his fingers left on my skin was alarmingly warm - like I'd been burned, but didn't feel the pain of it yet.

I said it would be better if we weren't friends, not that I didn't want to be.

It's not the end. It's the beginning.

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.

All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts, like clipping the strings of a bunch of balloons. Everything that made me who I was - my love for the dead girl upstairs, my love for my father, my loyalty to my new pack, the love for my other brothers, my hatred for my enemies, my home, my name, my self - disconnected from me in that second - snip, snip, snip - and floated up into space.

How dare you imprint on my baby? Have you lost you mind?

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.