He's playing every bit as hard as I am, only he knows what he's doing and I don't. Don't blame me because he's a better manipulator than I am - I haven't been around long enough to learn all his tricks.
Just curious. Like James and Victoria had been curious in the beginning? The thought of Victoria made me tremble, thought the one thing they seemed certain of was that it had not been her. Not this time. She would stick to her obsessed pattern. This was just someone else, a stranger.
You don't have anything like this. For crying out loud, you only own one skirt!
Across the dying fire, Seth Clearwater - his eyes wide with adulation for the fraternity of tribal protectors- nodded his agreement.
I promise to love you forever - every single day of forever.
Quil. . .imprinted. . .with a two year old?
Did you seriously just stamp your foot? I thought girls only did that on TV.
Is Jacob paying you for all the P.R., or are you a volunteer?
Well… don't be offended, but you smell like a dog.
His touch brought with it the strangest sense of relief - as if I'd been in pain and that pain had suddenly ceased.
Kiss me, Jacob. Kiss me, and then come back.
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.
Alice was scrutinizing my boring jeans-and-a-T-shirt outfit in a way that made me self-conscious. Probably plotting another makeover. I sighed. My indifferent attitude to fashion was a constant thorn in her side. If I'd allow it, she'd love to dress me everyday--perhaps several times a day--like some oversized three-dimensional paper doll.
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.
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.
Does it bother you, me being half naked all the time?
Isabella Swan? I promise to love you forever - every single day of forever. Will you marry me?
What is a valid reason for someone to love someone else? Since apparently I'm doing it wrong.
History was easy, but I don't know about the Calculus. It seemed like it was making sense, so that probably means I failed.
Look after my heart - I've left it with you.
You know, Jacob, if it weren't for the fact that we're natural enemies and that you're also trying to steal away the reason for my existence, I might actually like you.
Altogether out of control. This can't be the work of just one newborn vampire. What's going on? It's as if they've never heard of the Volturi. Which is possible. No one has explained the rules to them . . . so who is creating them, then.
I would have loved you for eternity, even when the word didn't have quite the same connotations.
That's why it was so impossible to tell him goodbye - because I was in love with him. Too. I loved him, much more than I should, and yet, still nowhere near enough. I was in love with him, but it was not enough to change anything; it was only enough to hurt us both more. To hurt him worse than I ever had.
Does my being half-naked bother you?
It was all very childish. Why on earth should Edward have to leave for Jacob to come over? Weren't we past this immaturity?
When I left you, Bella, I left you bleeding. Jacob was the one to stitch you back up again. That was bound to leave its mark - on both of you.
Holding grudges is not one of your many talents.
Mike and I both stared at Edward with our mouths hanging open.
You think I should be as forgiving as you are? We can't all be saints and martyrs.
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