Your hold on me is permanent and unbreakable. Never doubt that
If we had happy endings, we’d all be under gravestones now.
If we could bottle your luck, we'd have a weapon of mass destruction on our hands.
Jealous, O’Shea?" "Actually… I am.
When I left you, Bella, I left you bleeding. Jacob was the one to stitch you back up again. That was bound to leave its mark - on both of you.
I kept pushing against the black, though, almost a reflex. I wasn't trying to lift it. I was just resisting. Not allowing it to crush me completely. I wasn't Atlas, and the black felt as heavy as a planet; I couldn't shoulder it. All I could do was not be entirely obliterated.