black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

He was giving up on keeping me alive, letting nature–or rather mob justice–take its course. When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn’t hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn. All this I could hear in those three words.

Stephenie Meyer

History was easy, but I don’t know about the Calculus. It seemed like it was making sense, so that probably means I failed.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Easy Failure History Myself
Love doesn’t always come in convenient packages.
STEPHENIE MEYER

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

Back Fate Hit Luck Myself Truck Way
No one dressed by me ever looks like an idiot.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Clothes Dress Fashion Idiot Myself
You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Forever Important Worth Yourself
It’s not the end. It’s the beginning.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Beginning End
I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Change Love Soul Wanderer Yourself
It’s the strange world.’ ‘The strangest.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Strange World
Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Death Hard Life One Liner Peace
Happiness expanded like an explosion inside me – so extreme, so violent that I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Explosion Happiness Myself Survive Violence
You and I won’t lose each other, I will always find you again. No matter how well you hide. I’m unstoppable.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Each Other Hide Lose Myself Stop
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.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Absorb Combination Day Discussion Doctor Strange Time
Did you know, you’re sort of beautiful?’ ‘You hit your head pretty hard, didn’t you?
STEPHENIE MEYER

Beautiful Head Hit Yourself
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?
STEPHENIE MEYER

Cold Eyes Face Gold Hands Mad Myself Thinking
I was in disbelief that I’d just explained my dreary life to this bizarre, beautiful boy who may or may not despise me.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Beautiful Belief Explanation Myself
I was thinking about how disjointedly time seemed to flow, passing in a blur at times, with single images standing out more clearly than others. And then, at other times, every second was significant, etched in my mind.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Flow Mindset Myself Stand Thinking Time

He was giving up on keeping me alive, letting nature–or rather mob justice–take its course. When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn’t hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn. All this I could hear in those three words.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

He was giving up on keeping me alive, letting nature–or rather mob justice–take its course. When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn’t hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn. All this I could hear in those three words.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More Stephenie Meyer Quotes