You can't trust a vampire, trust me

I was all braced for the wrath that was going to put grizzlies to shame, and this is what I get? I should infuriate you more often.

When he left, you spent all your energy holding on to him. You could be happy if you let go.

For some reason, my temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. I usually cried when I was angry, a humiliating tendency.

His gold eyes grew very soft. “You said you loved me.” “You knew that already,” I reminded him, ducking my head. “It was nice to hear, just the same.” I hid my face against his shoulder. “I love you,” I whispered. “You are my life now,” he answered simply. There was nothing more to say for the moment. He rocked us back and forth as the room grew lighter.

After a few minutes, he asked, real quietly, if you turned into an animal, too. And I said, ‘She wishes she was that cool!

I tensed for the spring, my eyes squinting as I cringed away, and the sound of Edward's furious roar echoed distantly in the back of my head. His name burst through all the walls I'd built to contain it. Edward, Edward, Edward. I was going to die. It shouldn't matter if I thought of him now. Edward, I love you.