Stephenie Meyer Quotes

He's like a drug for you, Bella. His voice was still gentle, not at all critical. I see that you can't live without him now. It's too late. But I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would have been the air, the sun. The corner of my mouth turned up in a wistful half-smile. I used to think of you that way, you know. Like the sun. My personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me. He sighed. The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse.

[W]hen I left you, Bella, I left you bleeding. Jacob was the one to stitch you back up again. That was bound to leave its mark — on both of you. I'm not sure those kinds of stitches dissolve on their own.

Does it bother you, me being half naked all the time?

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.

If there were any way for me to become human for you — no matter what the price was, I would pay it.

You’re not asleep, and you’re not dead. I’m here, and I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didn’t want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.

I felt the smooth wooden floor beneath my knees, and then the palms of my hands, and then it was pressed against the skin of my cheek. I hoped that I was fainting, but, to my disappointment, I didn't lose consciousness. The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.

Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.

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 things you do with it. You are beautiful."

I think she's having hysterics. Maybe you should slap her.

I promise that this will be the last time you’ll see me. I won’t come back. I won’t put you through anything like this again. You can go on with your life without any more interference from me. It will be as if I’d never existed.

Books have been thought of as windows to another world of imagination

You held out your hand, and I took it without stopping to make sense of what I was doing. For the first time in almost a century, I felt hope.

Of course, you’d warm up faster if you took your clothes off.

Tonight the sky was utterly black. Perhaps there was no moon tonight — a lunar eclipse, a new moon. A new moon. I shivered, though I wasn't cold.