Like we were connected, the echo of his pain twisted inside inside me. his pain, my pain.

He sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse.

When I told you I didn't want you it was the blackest kind of blasphemy

They call her my singer—because her blood sings for me.

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.

You are the most beautiful thing in my world.

It felt almost rude to ignore toe pretty white bed, but we just weren’t going to make it that far.

Just because I’m resisting the wine doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the bouquet.

As long as you like me the best. And you think I’m good-looking—sort of. I’m prepared to be annoyingly persistent.

Kryptonite doesn’t bother me, either.

When he left, you spent all your energy holding on to him. You could be happy if you let go.

Life and love go on.

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

Who gives an island as a gift? I frowned. I hadn’t realized Edward’s extreme generosity was a learned behavior. Bella

After all, what was more important, in the end, than love?

Love doesn't always come in convenient packages.

You never know how much time you'll have.

You're not the center of the universe, you know.

Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.