I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.
Darkness is so predictable.
You are safe inside your mind. No one can reach you there.
Without the existence of the opposite, the concept has no meaning.
It's the strange world.' 'The strangest.
Bella, there's a part of you that loves me.
Sometimes you have to learn to love what's good for you.
Like all bullies, they’re cowards underneath the swagger
Perhaps there could be no joy on this planet without an equal weight of pain to balance it out on some unknown scale.
Nature taking its course - hunter and prey, the endless circle of life and death.
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.
Sometimes, fact mixed with fiction so thoroughly that, though no lies were told, it was hard to remember what was strictly true.
Today is the first and last day of forever.
Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.
You're not the center of the universe, you know.
You never know how much time you'll have.
Love doesn't always come in convenient packages.
After all, what was more important, in the end, than love?
Who gives an island as a gift? I frowned. I hadn’t realized Edward’s extreme generosity was a learned behavior. Bella
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." -Bella
Life and love go on.
When he left, you spent all your energy holding on to him. You could be happy if you let go.
Like we were connected, the echo of his pain twisted inside inside me. his pain, my pain.
Kryptonite doesn’t bother me, either.
As long as you like me the best. And you think I’m good-looking—sort of. I’m prepared to be annoyingly persistent.
Just because I’m resisting the wine doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the bouquet.
It felt almost rude to ignore toe pretty white bed, but we just weren’t going to make it that far.
You are the most beautiful thing in my world.
I had never given much thought to how I would die, but dying in the place of someone I love doesn't seem like such a bad way to go.
They call her my singer—because her blood sings for me.
When I told you I didn't want you it was the blackest kind of blasphemy
He sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse.
I'd rather know what you're thinking - even if what you're thinking is insane.