My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?
STEPHENIE MEYERToo young,too young,she chanted to herself. Wrong,of course. I was older than her grandfather but according to my driver’s license,she was right.
More Stephenie Meyer Quotes
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Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder.
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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.
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I wondered how long it could last. Maybe someday, years from now.If the pain would decrease to the point where I could bear it. I would be able to look back on those few short months that would always be the best of my life.
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And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.
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Alice! You know I love you like a sister! Words. she growled.
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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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Edward was always focused, watching and also listening to what others couldn’t see.
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I wanted the monster back and that was plainly wrong.
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Love doesn’t always come in convenient packages.
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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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Her name is Wanda, not it. You will not touch her. Any mark you leave on her, I will double on your worthless hide.
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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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You are so bizarre, even for a human. Thanks.
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I tried to be diplomatic, but mostly I just lied a lot.
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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.
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