I felt like I was trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares, the one where you have to run, run till your lungs burst, but you can't make your body move fast enough... But this was no dream, and, unlike the nightmare, I wasn't running for my life: I was racing to save something infinitely more precious. My own life meant little to me today.

Sometimes, loyalty gets in the way of what you want to do. Sometimes, it’s not your secret to tell.

All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts, like clipping the strings of a bunch of balloons. Everything that made me who I was - my love for the dead girl upstairs, my love for my father, my loyalty to my new pack, the love for my other brothers, my hatred for my enemies, my home, my name, my self - disconnected from me in that second - snip, snip, snip - and floated up into space.

I don’t like to lie – so there’d better be a good reason why I’m doing it.

Bella: "I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not." Edward: "And I should feel sorry that you're not sorry, but I don't.

I thought I'd explained it clearly before. Bella, I can't live in a world where you don't exist.

Twilight, again. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.