“He was right – she was beating herself up about hurting his feelings. The girl was a classic martyr. She’d totally been born in the wrong century. She should have lived back when she could have gotten herself fed to some lions for a good cause.”

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.

I’m not like a car you can fix up. I’m never gonna run right.

When he left, you spent all your energy holding on to him. You could be happy if you let go.

Try not to trip. We don’t have time for a concussion today.

Jacob’s little smirk became a full-blown grin, and I knew he was picturing Charlie showing up to arrest him. This grin was too bitter, too full of mocking to satisfy me. This wasn’t the smile I’d been waiting to see.

I felt like I was staring out across an ocean that I was going to have to swim from shore to shore before I could rest again.

If we could bottle your luck, we’d have a weapon of mass destruction on our hands.

Maybe you’ll get lucky. I said bleakly, lurching on my feet. Maybe I’ll get hit by a truck on my way back.

It’s not the end. It’s the beginning.

It was a strange combination to absorb – the everyday concerns of the town doctor stuck in the middle of a discussion of his early days in seventeenth-century London.

Jasper chuckled, shaking his head. You truly are one frightening little monster.

My computer beat me at checkers, but I sure beat it at kickboxing.

This foundation can only take the beating of one heart.

A nation which makes the final sacrifice for life and freedom does not get beaten.

Our hearts can’t help who they beat for.

We have beaten the living, but we cannot fight the dead.

I could blow up from making a beat or I could blow up from making a song.

Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.

People have this misconception that I’m going to beat them up when I meet them. But it’s like… no. Just ’cause I stand up for myself, and I’m honest, that doesn’t mean I’m going to beat people up all the time.