“Today is the first and last day of forever.”

Her name is Wanda, not it. You will not touch her. Any mark you leave on her, I will double on your worthless hide.

She was thinking what I think she was thinking, wasn’t she?

Is my mom all right? She’s perfectly fine. don’t worry, Bella, I have no quarrel with her. Unless you didn’t come alone, of course. Light, amused. I’m alone. I’d never been more alone in my entire life.

I was thinking about how disjointedly time seemed to flow, passing in a blur at times, with single images standing out more clearly than others. And then, at other times, every second was significant, etched in my mind.

You don’t get a lot of suicidal vampires.

He was giving up on keeping me alive, letting nature–or rather mob justice–take its course. When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn’t hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn. All this I could hear in those three words.

There really is something irresistible about a lost cause.

Bears, I muttered, adding a new fear to the pile. That would be just her luck, wouldn’t it? Stray bear in town. OF course it would head straight for Bella.

History was easy, but I don’t know about the Calculus. It seemed like it was making sense, so that probably means I failed.

I can do this, I lied to myself feebly. No one was going to bite me.

You should have seen his face when I started taking my clothes off. Priceless.

Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe.

Love doesn’t always come in convenient packages.

Stop being so optimistic, its getting on my nerves. No problem. Do you want me to be all gloom and doom or just shut up? Just shut up. Can do. Really? Doesn’t seem like it.

Before I tell you my story, Jasper said. you must understand that there are places in our world, Bella, where the life span of the never-aging is measured in weeks, and not centuries.

Books have been thought of as windows to another world of imagination.

Normalize taking a moment out of your day to meditate or pray on the trials of your life.

Your days are short here; this is the last of your springs.

We are things of a day. What are we? What are we not? The shadow of a dream is man, no more.

We need rest not just so we feel better. We need rest for actual creation of what we’re going to need the next day.

Dont use all-or-nothing thinking. Take each day as its own day, and dont worry about it if you mess up one day. The most important thing you can do is just get back up on the horse.

This day’s nothingness as if from spite became a flame and scorched the lips of children and poets.

And some days I didn’t know with whom I’d be standing face-to-face, and I was so impressed because they were all really wonderful people.

I want to say a little something that’s long overdue, the disrespect to women has got to be through.