It makes me . . . anxious . . . to be away from you.

That maybe you should make the most of what time you have? That you shouldlive while you’re alive?

Funny how it kept hitting me, like each new thing was a surprise. When was I going to stop being surprised?

...the way a man might hesitate before he kissed a woman, to gauge her reaction, to see how he would be received. Perhaps he would hesitate to prolong the moment, that ideal moment of anticipation, sometimes better than kiss itself.

I was like a lost moon―my planet destroyed in some cataclysmic, disaster-movie scenario of desolation―that continued, nevertheless, to circle in a tight little orbit around the empty space left behind, ignoring the laws of gravity.

There was no way Jacob would voluntarily miss an afternoon with Renesmee sans bloodsuckers. -Bella Cullen

Just because I’m resisting the wine doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the bouquet.