For one half second, I wondered what it would feel like to put my hand in the fire. What it would feel like when I burned.

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

So when he touched me, it was deeper and slower than the wildfire, like the flow of molten rock far beneath the surface of the earth. Too deep to feel the heat of it, but it moved inexorably, changing the very foundations of the world with its advance.

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

Jasper chuckled, shaking his head. " You truly are one frightening little monster.

I'm not like a car you can fix up. I'm never gonna run right" Bella

That's the funny thing about knowing you can't have something. It makes you desperate.