Do you think I’ll ever get better at this? That my heart might someday stop trying to jump out of my chest whenever you touch me?

Kryptonite doesn’t bother me, either.

Why didn't I just walk away? Oh right, because I'm a idiot.

When I told you I didn't want you it was the blackest kind of blasphemy

Bella, can you drop the rock, please? Carefully. Don’t hurt yourself.

I felt like - like I don't know what. Like this wasn't real. Like I was in some Goth version of a bad sitcom. Instead of being the A/V dweeb about to ask the head cheerleader to the prom, I was the finished-second-place werewolf about to ask the vampire's wife to shack up and procreate. Nice. - Jacob

I peeked up at him one more time, and regretted it. He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind.