Stephenie Meyer’s “The Host” Quotes (33 Quotes)

My name is Jared Howe. I haven't spoken to another human being in more than two years, so I'm sure I must seem...a little crazy to you.

And he was my friend. Not that he wouldn't kill me if things turned out that way, but he wouldn't like doing it. With humans, what more could you ask for a friend?

You never know how much time you'll have.

I knew it would begin with the end, and the end would look like death to these eyes. I had been warned.

Neither heaven nor hell can keep me apart from you, Melanie.

As I took another breath, I saw the three stars again. They were not calling to me; they were letting me go, leaving me to the black universe I had wandered for so many lifetimes. I drifted into the black, and it got brighter and brighter. It wasn't black at all - it was blue. Warm, vibrant, brilliant blue...I floated into it with no fear at all.

I knew the human exaggeration for sorrow-a broken heart.

No point in ignoring the truth. Doesn't make it worse to have it said out loud.

Body and soul. Two different things

I wanted the monster back and that was plainly wrong.

Please don't run away. And, um, I'd rather you didn't kick me again either.

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

I watched his fingers clench and unclench, and I wondered if he was dreaming that they were wrapped around my neck.

The rains would end, and when they did, Ian and I would be together, partners in the truest sense. This was a promise and an obligation I had never had in all my lives. Thinking of it made me feel joyful and anxious and shy and desperately impatient all at the same time-made me feel human.

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

I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.

Though there was no sound, there was a change. The atmosphere, which had gone tense at my accusation, relaxed. I wondered how I knew this. I had a strange sensation that I was somehow receiving more than my five senses were giving me - almost a feeling that there was another sense, on the fringes, not quite harnessed. Intuition? That was almost the right word. As if any creature needed more than five senses.

Good luck, little Wanderer, good luck. How I wish you didn't need it.

Ian paused and leaned closer to me so that I couldn't seem to see anything around his face, just snow and sapphire and ink.

We should have been wiser; we should have died yesterday.

Happy and sad, elated and miserable, secure and afraid, loved and denied, patient and angry, peaceful and wild, complete and empty...all of it. I would feel everything. It would all be mine.

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.

We value the individual. We probably put too much emphasis on the individual, if it comes right down to it. How many people, in the abstract, would...let's say Paige....how many people would she sacrifice to keep Andy alive? The answer wouldn't make any sense if you were looking at the whole of humanity as equals.

He thinks things through too much.

It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.

Why does Ian think I have to kiss you?

Her name is Wanda, not it. You will not touch her. Any mark you leave on her, I will double on your worthless hide.

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

You and I won't lose each other, I will always find you again. No matter how well you hide. I'm unstoppable.

I belong wherever I want to be.