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

In my head, Carlisle’s kind eyes did not judge me. I knew that he would forgive me for this horrible act that I would do. Because he loved me. Because he thought I was better than I was. And he would still love me, even as I now proved him wrong.

Jacob was simply a perpetually happy person, and he carried this happiness with him like an aura, sharing it with whoever was near him. Lika an earthbound sun, whenever someone was within his gravitational pull, Jacob warmed them. It was natural, a part of who he was.

You can have me the way i am — bad behavior included — or not at all.

There s a difference between being in love and being in love with the idea of love.

Two voices struggled inside me. One that wanted to be good and brave, and one that told the good one to keep her mouth shut.

Did you know, you're sort of beautiful?' 'You hit your head pretty hard, didn't you?