About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him - and I didn’t know how potent that part might be - that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

Do you like scary stories? he asked ominously. Jacob Black

Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.

I was stronger than Edward. I'd made him say ow.

Love is irrational, I reminded myself. The more you loved someone, the less sense anything made.

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

I'd rather die than be with anyone but you.