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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

I didn’t realize I was crying until it was time to say the blinding words. ‘I do,’ I managed to choke out in a nearly unintelligible whisper… When it was his turn to speak, the words rang clear and victorious. ‘I do,’ he vowed.
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Cry Myself Realization Talk Victory Whisper Word
When I told you I didn’t want you, it was the blackest kind of blasphemy.
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Black Kind Leaving Myself Need Relationship Told
Is my mom all right? She’s perfectly fine. don’t worry, Bella, I have no quarrel with her. Unless you didn’t come alone, of course. Light, amused. I’m alone. I’d never been more alone in my entire life.
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Alone Life Light Myself Perfection Worry
Why can you believe the lie, but not the truth?
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Believe Deep Lying Truth
It’s the strange world.’ ‘The strangest.
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Strange World
Something I’ve never seen in all my lives. I’m staring at hope.
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Hope Live Myself See Stare
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.
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Arrest Bitter Myself Satisfaction See Smile Teasing
If we could bottle your luck, we’d have a weapon of mass destruction on our hands.
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Destruction Hands Luck Ourselves Store Weapon Yourself
They call her my singer – because her blood sings for me.
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Blood Call Herself Identity Myself Name Singer
I thought I’d explained it clearly before. Bella, I can’t live in a world where you don’t exist.
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Existence Explanation Myself Thinking World
Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder.
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Death Hard Life One Liner Peace
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.
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Alive Death Give Up Himself Nature Responsibility
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?
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Cold Eyes Face Gold Hands Mad Myself Thinking
It’s not the end. It’s the beginning.
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Beginning End
Love doesn’t always come in convenient packages.
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Convenient Love Package
I can do this, I lied to myself feebly. No one was going to bite me.
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Bite Freedom Lying 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.

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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.

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