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.
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?
Dazed and disoriented, I looked up from the bright red blood pulsing out of my arm--into the fevered eyes of the six suddenly ravenous vampires.
I thought about that for a minute - about what I wanted.
Jacob was simply a perpetually happy person, and he carried this happiness with him like an aura, sharing it with whoever was near him. Lika an earthbound sun, whenever someone was within his gravitational pull, Jacob warmed them. It was natural, a part of who he was.
The absence of him is everywhere I look.
What kind of an idiotic question is that?
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?
I thought I'd explained it clearly before. Bella, I can't live in a world where you don't exist.
Like everything in life, I just had to decide what to do with what I was given.
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.
When I told you I didn't want you it was the blackest kind of blasphemy
Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.
I walked towards my fate with my destiny standing solidly by my side
Like we were connected, the echo of his pain twisted inside inside me. his pain, my pain.
The boy in the pearl gray suit could have been Jane's twin. His hair was darker, and his lips were not as full, but he was just as lovely.
When you can't be with the one you love, will you stay with the one who loves you?
He was my best friend. I would always love him, and it would never, ever be enough.
I was an empty shell. Like a vacant house--condemned--for months I'd been utterly uninhabitable. Now I was a little improved. The front room was in better repair. But that was all--just the one small piece. He deserved better than that--better than a one-room, falling-down fixer-upper. No amount of investment on his part could put me back in working order.
Love didn't work that way, I decided. Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore.
The kiss began much the same as usual--Edward was as careful as ever, and my heart began to overreact like it always did. And then something seemed to change. Suddenly his lips became much more urgent, his free hand twisted into my hair and held my face securely to his. And though I was clearly beginning to cross his cautious lines, for once he didn't stop me. His body was cold through the thin quilt, but I crushed myself against him eagerly.
Why can you believe the lie, but not the truth?
How was I ever going to fight the blurring lines in our relationship when I enjoyed being with him so much?
I was much more upset by the situation with Jacob than by the possibility of being eaten by a bear.
Now and then I see something in her eyes, and I wonder if I've ever grasped how much pain she's really in.
The only reason I left was to protect you.
Yeah, I'll always be your friend. No matter what you love.
After all, how many ways can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating?
I can´t live in a world where you don´t exist
I was perfect- not healed, but as if there had never been a wound in the first place
Only a teenage boy would agree to this: deceiving both our parents while repairing dangerous vehicles using money meant for my college education. He didn't see anything wrong with that picture. Jacob was a gift from the gods.
The part that kills me is that you already know. I already told you everything!
You can't trust a vampire, trust me
Aku tidak bisa memikirkannya tapi aku harus mengingatnya.
I felt like I was trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares, the one where you have to run, run till your lungs burst, but you can't make your body move fast enough... But this was no dream, and, unlike the nightmare, I wasn't running for my life: I was racing to save something infinitely more precious. My own life meant little to me today.
I wondered how long it could last. Maybe someday, years from now.If the pain would decrease to the point where I could bear it.I would be able to look back on those few short months that would always be the best of my life.
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.
The shadows didn't seem as dark as usual. Not with my personal sun along.
You don't get a lot of suicidal vampires.
As long as you like me the best. And you think I'm good-looking-sort of. I'm prepared to be annoyingly persistent.
I had a secret that I was bound to protect but a secret that i was not to share. A secert that suddenly he knew all about.
I'd been broken beyond repair.
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