You look tired. Yeah, I agreed, and shrugged. Near-death experiences do that to me.
STEPHENIE MEYERJust because I’m resisting the wine doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the bouquet.
More Stephenie Meyer Quotes
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It’s not the face, but the expressions on it. It’s not the voice, but what you say. It’s not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.
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The story was a sleeping girl in a narrow bed Dark hair thick and wild and twisted like seaweed across the pillow.
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Despite my best efforts I’ve seen you naked before – doesn’t do much for me so no worries.
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Bella, can you drop the rock, please? Carefully. Don’t hurt yourself.
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Just because you want something to be true doesn’t make it that way. -The Host
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I feel like humor is a part of life. I don’t think it comes through as much in the novels as it does in my head.
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Books have been thought of as windows to another world of imagination.
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Why can you believe the lie, but not the truth?
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My first feeling was that there was no way to continue. Writing isn’t like math;in math, two plus two always equals four no matter what your mood is like. With writing, the way you feel changes everything.
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Nature taking its course – hunter and prey, the endless circle of life and death.
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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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Before I tell you my story, Jasper said. you must understand that there are places in our world, Bella, where the life span of the never-aging is measured in weeks, and not centuries.
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And then I saw the way he looked at her, like he was a blind man, seeing the sun for the very first time.
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You don’t get a lot of suicidal vampires.
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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?
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