“You are the most beautiful thing in my world.”

I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars.

Edward was always focused, watching and also listening to what others couldn’t see.

I’d rather die than be with anyone but you.

Despite my best efforts I’ve seen you naked before – doesn’t do much for me so no worries.

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.

I was in disbelief that I’d just explained my dreary life to this bizarre, beautiful boy who may or may not despise me.

Bella, can you drop the rock, please? Carefully. Don’t hurt yourself.

The absence of him is everywhere I look.

Bella, there’s a part of you that loves me.

What were you two doing last night, discussing the national debt?

Happiness expanded like an explosion inside me – so extreme, so violent that I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.

I always needed that extra fantasy world. I had to have another world I could be in at the same time.

Edward thought he was going to ruin Bella’s life and he made her happy. And that really was everything for him.

You can’t run with vampires. Cuz they’re fast. Yea? well, we’re faster.

I wondered how long it could last. Maybe someday, years from now.If the pain would decrease to the point where I could bear it. I would be able to look back on those few short months that would always be the best of my life.

My first language, the true language of the soul spoken only on our planet of origin, had no word for betrayal or traitor. Or even loyalty- because without the opposite, the concept had no meaning.

Broken glass taught me there is something so beautiful in shattering.

You made my non-existent perfect fall apart and unfold gently in the arms of your pure acceptance. Imperfections that became alive, then anything that’s ever been known as beautiful.

It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.

I believed less is what I needed, what I tried to achieve; I thought less is more, better, the minimalistic beauty of life.

In the word question, there is a beautiful word – quest. I love that word.

No human being is illegal. That is a contradiction in terms. Human beings can be beautiful or more beautiful, they can be fat or skinny, they can be right or wrong, but illegal? How can a human being be illegal?

The beautiful repose of the night its silence and mystery contrasts the commotion of my soul.

To feel is the most beautiful thing in life. It gives us love, as much as pain but only if we accept the pain, we can love.