I could really appreciate him now - could properly see every beautiful line of his perfect face, of his long, flawless body with my strong new eyes, every angle and every plane of him. I could taste his pure, vivid scent on my tongue and feel the unbelievable silkiness of his marble skin under my sensitive fingertips.

It never made sense for you to love me.

It’s just been my experience that some kinds of working relationships are better motivated by fear than by monetary gain.

I held you in my hands, Wanderer, and you were beautiful.

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

The laughter in his deep-set black eyes, the feverish heat of his big hand around mine, the flash of his white teeth against his dark skin, his face stretching into the wide smile that had always been like a key to a secret door where only kindred spirits could enter.

Carlisle has a theory...he believes that we all bring something of our strongest human traits with us into the next life, where they are intensified - like our minds, and our senses.