Momma, you're special," Renesmee told me without any surprise, like she was commenting on the color of my clothes.

I don't have the strength to stay away from you anymore

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

Edward: Bella, please stop taking your clothes off! Bella: Why? Did you wanna do that part?

What am I going to do with you? Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!

The only reason I left was to protect you.

There's no good story without romance.