Now Bella, you know Jacob adores you. He naturally wants to protect you. He literally worships the ground you walk on." "Ha ha," Bella said dryly. "Earth demon. Worship the ground. Cute. Really cute.

I would think you an utter fool if you did not doubt me, warrior. Instead, I am forced to respect your uncommon intelligence. Now what, do you suppose, should I do from there?

Oh yeah, you’re a regular sage. Shouldn’t you be sitting on a mountain somewhere cultivating a long white beard waiting for knowledge seekers to come to you?” “Have I mentioned that sarcasm has the potential to be detrimental to the natural beauty of your face?” he countered.

But crazy people never think they're crazy. You're sane just by the virtue of the question.

Whenever I see you, I am overcome with the urge to be rooted within you, to be buried deep so your body can nourish me.

Don't you know you take my heart with you everywhere you go?

She had told him that she loved him. He had known that, but hearing it in the traditional phrase had affected him in new and blinding ways. Ways that made him believe that he could do anything. Anything she needed or wanted him to do. Because her loving him meant so much more than him loving her.