Are you referring to the fact that you can't walk across a flat, stable surface without finding something to trip over?

History was easy, but I don't know about the Calculus. It seemed like it was making sense, so that probably means I failed.

I would probably never be able to do anything interesting or special like Edward, Alice and Jasper could do. Maybe I would just love Edward more than anyone in the history of the world had ever loved anyone else.

It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape.

Your scent is like a drug to me like my own personal brand of heroin.

My skin burns where it meets his. It feels better than good, but it sets off a strange aching in my chest.

The right thing isn't always real obvious. Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else. So...good luck figuring that out.