So what are you going to tell her? A little help? I pleaded. What does she want to know? He shook his head, grinning wickedly. That’s not fair. No, you not sharing what you know-now that’s not fair.
STEPHENIE MEYERSo what are you going to tell her? A little help? I pleaded. What does she want to know? He shook his head, grinning wickedly. That’s not fair. No, you not sharing what you know-now that’s not fair.
STEPHENIE MEYERIt sounded like you were having Bella for lunch, and we came to see if you would share.
STEPHENIE MEYERMy last night as Isabella Swan. Tomorrow night, I would be Bella Cullen. Though the whole marriage ordeal was a thorn in my side, I had to admit that I liked the sound of that. – bella swan
STEPHENIE MEYERDid you know, you’re sort of beautiful?’ ‘You hit your head pretty hard, didn’t you?
STEPHENIE MEYERWhen you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options.
STEPHENIE MEYERI was much more upset by the situation with Jacob than by the possibility of being eaten by a bear.
STEPHENIE MEYERI know love and lust don’t always keep the same company.
STEPHENIE MEYERIt’s healthy to ditch class now and then. To be precise, it was healthier for humans if vampires ditched on days when human blood would be spilt.
STEPHENIE MEYERI’d been broken beyond repair.
STEPHENIE MEYERIt felt almost rude to ignore toe pretty white bed, but we just weren’t going to make it that far.
STEPHENIE MEYERShe was thinking what I think she was thinking, wasn’t she?
STEPHENIE MEYERI 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 MEYERStop 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.
STEPHENIE MEYEREven if we all want you here, you don’t belong until you decide you do.
STEPHENIE MEYERBears, I muttered, adding a new fear to the pile. That would be just her luck, wouldn’t it? Stray bear in town. OF course it would head straight for Bella.
STEPHENIE MEYERTime 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