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

I was much more upset by the situation with Jacob than by the possibility of being eaten by a bear.

That’s not very attractive behavior, Bella. he said. Forgiveness is divine. Mind your own buisness.

And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.

Darkness is so predictable.

Perhaps there could be no joy on this planet without an equal weight of pain to balance it out on some unknown scale.

Like all bullies, they’re cowards underneath the swagger.

Sometimes, fact mixed with fiction so thoroughly that, though no lies were told, it was hard to remember what was strictly true.

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.

Just because you want something to be true doesn’t make it that way. -The Host

You are safe inside your mind. No one can reach you there.

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.

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.

Sometimes you have to learn to love what’s good for you.

Something I’ve never seen in all my lives. I’m staring at hope.

No one dressed by me ever looks like an idiot.

And then I saw the way he looked at her, like he was a blind man, seeing the sun for the very first time.

I spend a lot of time in bed when I’m off. But if I’m feeling adventurous, I’ll go to a gallery.

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.

Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.

I remember really vividly kneeling by my bed as a nine-year-old, saying my prayers and asking God to give me boobs that were so big that if I laid on my back I wouldn’t be able to see my feet.

Don’t go to bed with any woman crazier than you are.

I can’t wrap my head around the fact that I have to convince half the world’s population that my body is not their bed.

My flowers rot beneath my bed. I was too selfish to part with them. I hope their deaths don’t bring hexes. Did I say flowers? I meant my exes.

The monsters are no longer under our beds.