He knew me in all the ways that truly mattered: the shape of my fears, the contours of my dreams.
The pressure of his touch through my jacket and my sweater was more assurance than any promise ever made to me. It was a touch that said, I have your back and I am here for you. If a girl wasn't careful, she could fall in love with a touch like that.
You know, sometimes the most direct route isn't the right one. - Jacob
No power was total, no power permanent, no power absolute.
Forgiving others is easier when I remember that I'm human and stupid, too.
If Jacob was right and clothes were costumes and makeup a mask, then our attitudes and habits must be our shields.