How did people do this - swallow all their fears and trust someone else so implicitly with every imperfection and fear they had.
Stephenie MeyerOf course, I still saw Edward at school, because there wasn't anything Charlie [her dad] could do about that. And then, Edward spent almost every night in my room, too, but Charlie wasn't precisely aware of that. Edward's ability to climb easily and silently through my second-story window was almost as useful as his ability to read Charlie's mind.
Stephenie MeyerYou could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers โ the monsters, the enemies. When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?
Stephenie Meyer