“Darkness is so predictable.”

Billy wanted me to stay a safe distance from the most important person in my life. It turned out that his concern was, in the end, unnecessary. I was all too safe now.

Yeah, it’s an off day when I don’t get somebody telling me how edible I smell. – Bella Swan.

Driving at the speed limit–hideous thought.

Look after my heart – I’ve left it with you.

Why didn’t I just walk away? Oh right, because I’m a idiot.

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?

The story was a sleeping girl in a narrow bed Dark hair thick and wild and twisted like seaweed across the pillow.

Edward: It wasn’t the worst night of my life. Jake: Did it make the top ten? Edward: Possibly. But, if I had been able to take your place last night, it would not have made the top ten of the best nights of my life. Dream about that.

Like we were connected, the echo of his pain twisted inside inside me. his pain, my pain.

Hate is a passionate emotion.

I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.

I had never given much thought to how I would die, but dying in the place of someone I love doesn’t seem like such a bad way to go.

You want me to be all doom and gloom, or just shut up?

Edward helped, making faces every so often at the raw ingredients-human food was mildly repulsive to him.

Funny how it kept hitting me, like each new thing was a surprise. When was I going to stop being surprised?

Forever, he vowed, still a little staggered.That’s all I’m asking for, I said.

Night is always darker before the dawn and life is the same, the hard times will pass, every thing will get better and sun will shine brighter then ever.

If in the darkness of ignorance, you don’t recognize a person’s true nature, look to see whom he has chosen for his leader.

It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.

A short story is a different thing altogether – a short story is like a quick kiss in the dark from a stranger.

Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.

From my childhood I had been intended for the clergy. This prospect hung like a dark cloud on my mind.

Darkness is dawn not yet born.

When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.