Carlisle has a theory...he believes that we all bring something of our strongest human traits with us into the next life, where they are intensified - like our minds, and our senses.
Carlisle has a theory...he believes that we all bring something of our strongest human traits with us into the next life, where they are intensified - like our minds, and our senses.
I decided as long as I'm going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.
If you could live forever what would you live for?
Making decisions was the painful part for me, the part I agonized over. But once the decision was made, I simply followed through-usually with relief that the choice was made. Sometimes the relief was tainted by despair, like my decision to come to Forks. But it was still better than wrestling with the alternatives.
You really should stay away from me.
Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder
I don't like to lie - so there'd better be a good reason why I'm doing it.
I'm afraid you're going to have to make a choice.
No one could be still like Edward.
You scared me for a minute there. I thought Newton was dragging your dead body off to bury it in the woods.
Do you have a multiple personality disorder?
I felt excited to go to school, and that scared me. I knew it wasn't the simulating learning environment I was anticipating, or seeing my new set of friends. If I was being honest with myself, I knew I was eager to get to school because I would see Edward Culllen. And that was very, very stupid.
I'm just going to do what I want now, and let the chips fall where they may.
Out of all the things about me that could frighten you, you worry about my driving.
You think I regret saving your life?
Don't be self-conscious, if I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I'm not ashamed of it.
I had the feeling Edward wasn't the kind of person anyone got used to.
It makes me . . . anxious . . . to be away from you.
So the lion fell in love with the lamb....
Your hair looks like a haystack...but I like it.
Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you
I know love and lust don't always keep the same company.
It must be a hard thing, to be a father; living in fear that your daughter would meet a boy she liked, but also having to worry if she didn't.
So, did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what? I've never seen him act like that.
Your number was up the first time I met you.
For some reason, my temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. I usually cried when I was angry, a humiliating tendency.
I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.
It sounded like you were having Bella for lunch, and we came to see if you would share
Someone has to spread the good news that we survived.
You're intoxicated by my very presence.
Forks was literally my personal hell on Earth.
I love you more than anything in the world combined.
It was a strange combination to absorb - the everyday concerns of the town doctor stuck in the middle of a discussion of his early days in seventeenth-century London.
Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved.
You're not like anyone I've ever known. You fascinate me.
Hasn't anyone ever told you? Life isn't fair.
I miss you when you're not there. When you're happy, it makes me happy. But I could say the same thing about Charlie, Jacob. You're family. I love you, but I'm not in love with you.
It was amazing how instantaneously the choking fear vanished, amazing how suddenly the feeling of security washed over me - even before I was off the street - as soon as I heard his voice.
That was the first night I dreamed of Eward Cullen.
You're still waiting for the running and the screaming, aren't you?
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?
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.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories