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It’s not the end. It’s the beginning.

Stephenie Meyer

I always needed that extra fantasy world. I had to have another world I could be in at the same time.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Fantasy Myself Need Time World
When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options.
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Kill Love Option Yourself
Dazed and disoriented, I looked up from the bright red blood pulsing out of my arm – into the fevered eyes of the six suddenly ravenous vampires.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Bright Eyes Fantasy Myself Red
The best part is coming. What’s the best part? You swallowing an entire cow whole? No. That’s the finale.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Animal Best Come Part Yourself
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.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Bad Death Love Myself Place Thinking
Stop being so optimistic, its getting on my nerves. No problem. Do you want me to be all gloom and doom or just shut up? Just shut up. Can do. Really? Doesn’t seem like it.
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Myself Nerve Optimistic Problem
And then we continued blissfully into this small but perfect piece of our forever.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Bliss Forever Ourselves Perfection Pieces Small
Sometimes you have to learn to love what’s good for you.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Goodness Learning Love Time Yourself
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.
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Beat Born Classic Goodness Herself Reason Right Wrong
It’s not the end. It’s the beginning.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Beginning End
Nature taking its course – hunter and prey, the endless circle of life and death.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Course Death Hunter Life Nature Prey
When I told you I didn’t want you, it was the blackest kind of blasphemy.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Black Kind Leaving Myself Need Relationship Told
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Heart Broken Impossible Myself Time
Driving at the speed limit–hideous thought.
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Drive Limitation Speed Thinking
Something I’ve never seen in all my lives. I’m staring at hope.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Hope Live Myself See Stare
He’s like a drug for you, Bella.
STEPHENIE MEYER

Drugs Himself Love Yourself

It’s not the end. It’s the beginning.

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