“Did you know, you’re sort of beautiful?’ ‘You hit your head pretty hard, didn’t you?”

You can’t trust a vampire, trust me.

Perhaps without the lows, the highs could not be reached.

He’s like a drug for you, Bella.

It took less than half a second for me to realize that, as long as I was truly insane now, I might as well enjoy the delusions while they were pleasant.

Strange world isn’t it?

My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?

It was very relaxing to be away from civilization, and this bothered me. I should not have found the loneliness so welcoming.

Super-secret Ninja Club sounds way cooler than the whole BFF thing.

Without the existence of the opposite, the concept has no meaning.

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

I don’t want you to leave Which is exactly why I should. But don’t worry. I’m essentially a selfish creature. I crave your company too much to do what I should.

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.

We made a mess of this love, you and I. Forever the most beautiful disaster.

Don’t be afraid of failure & that’s a dam beautiful thing.

I wish to meet you when you madly dance in the rain, sipping on whiskey, feeling every drop touching your beautiful face.

We judge on the basis of what somebody looks like, skin color, whether we think they’re beautiful or not. That space on the Internet allows you to converse with somebody with none of those things involved.

The heart is a beautiful garden that needs to be regularly cleaned of weeds, i.e. forgiving those who made you angry. This makes room for really good things.

I know how our fingers would interlace. Like this and that. Delicate yet determined. As porcelain scales in serene movements. Iridescent in ways our thoughts could not convey. How beautifully we are made in the ways we trace out along soft skins the words that linger within us.

Life is an adventure, it can be hard but it can also be one of the most beautiful experiences imaginable.

I want someone to kiss my scars and tell me I’m beautiful still, that even after my scars I’m worthy to be loved and seen, i want someone to tell me that warriors do not come clean.