“Alice! You know I love you like a sister! Words. she growled.”

Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise?

So what you’re saying is, I’m your brand of heroin? I teased, trying to lighten the mood. He smiled swiftly, seeming to appreciate my effort. Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.

The right thing isn’t always real obvious. Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else. So…good luck figuring that out.

When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options.

After all, what was more important, in the end, than love?

Who gives an island as a gift? I frowned. I hadn’t realized Edward’s extreme generosity was a learned behavior.

Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore.

It sounded like you were having Bella for lunch, and we came to see if you would share.

I feel like humor is a part of life. I don’t think it comes through as much in the novels as it does in my head.

I figured if I played nice, I’d get more time with you.

Even if we all want you here, you don’t belong until you decide you do.

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.

I have an abundant amount of love in my life, and I’m grateful for that.

I often try to tell kids to think about all the people who love you, don’t cry over the one person who doesn’t.

I had to work a lot. I was doing YouTube videos, but I wasn’t getting a lot of love. How do I make a living off rapping when no one knows me? I got kind of discouraged. But hard work shuts people up.

I love being a female rapper and embracing my sexuality.

There are more love songs than anything else. If songs could make you do something we’d all love one another.

Love knows not its own depth until the hour of desperation.

Fatherhood is pretending the present you love most is soap-on-a-rope.

Just as a prism refracts light differently when you change its angle, each experience of love illuminates love in new ways, drawing from an infinite palette of patterns and hues.