You don't get a lot of suicidal vampires.

I was an empty shell. Like a vacant house―condemned―for months I'd been utterly uninhabitable. Now I was a little improved. The front room was in better repair. But that was all―just the one small piece. He deserved better than that―better than a one-room, falling-down fixer-upper. No amount of investment on his part could put me back in working order.

Jasper? What do vampires do for bachelor parties? You're not taking him to a strip club, are you?

Look after my heart - I've left it with you.

“Bella, I've already expended a great deal of personal effort at this point to keep you alive. I'm not about to let you behind the wheel of a vehicle when you can't even walk straight. Besides, friends don't let friends drive drunk,” he quoted with a chuckle. I could smell the unbearably sweet fragrance coming off his chest. “Drunk?” I objected. “You're intoxicated by my very presence.” He was grinning that playful smirk again.

Don't worry, Mel. Miracles don't work that way. I'll never lose you. I'll never let you get away from me.

You speak as if a war were raging." "To the remains of the human race, one is.