“He put his cold hands on either side of my face and fixed his golden eyes on mine. Would you please tell me what you’re thinking? Before I go mad?”

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.

Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?

Suggested remedy for the common cold: A good gulp of whiskey at bedtime-it’s not very scientific, but it helps.

Of two hearts one is always warm and one is always cold: the cold heart is more precious than diamonds: the warm heart has no value and is thrown away.

My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?

Sometimes it’s just surreal out there, while you’re running a marathon. People just standing out in the cold, even the rain, cheering for you, blasting music for you. It’s an awesome show of camaraderie and community.

I think of the cold as a noble force.

I knew I held strength when in the darkest, coldest corner of my mind I managed to make flowers grow.

When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.