“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.”

Why didn’t I just walk away? Oh right, because I’m a idiot.

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?

The story was a sleeping girl in a narrow bed Dark hair thick and wild and twisted like seaweed across the pillow.

Edward: It wasn’t the worst night of my life. Jake: Did it make the top ten? Edward: Possibly. But, if I had been able to take your place last night, it would not have made the top ten of the best nights of my life. Dream about that.

Like we were connected, the echo of his pain twisted inside inside me. his pain, my pain.

Hate is a passionate emotion.

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.

Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.

The best of humanity’s recorded history is a creative balance between horrors endured and victories achieved, and so it was during the Harlem Renaissance.

Some of my best and most glorious love stories are friendships.

It was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn’t think about my life at all.

What part soever you take upon you, play that as well as you can and make the best of it.

No one is safe from slander. The best way is to pay no attention to it, but live in innocence and let the world talk.

To find yourself jilted is a blow to your pride. Do your best to forget it and if you don’t succeed, at least pretend to.

The smallest errors are always the best.