Believe me, I wanted to say. I've tried. Oh, and also, I'm wretchedly in love with you. Keep it light.

I don’t care about anything but keeping her alive. If it’s a child she wants, she can have it. She can have half a dozen babies. Anything she wants. She can have puppies, if that’s what it takes.

You know, Jacob, if it weren’t for the fact that we’re natural enemies and that you’re also trying to steal away the reason for my existence, I might actually like you.

What kind of an idiotic question is that?

Making decisions was the painful part for me, the part I agonized over. But once the decision was made, I simply followed through—usually with relief that the choice was made. Sometimes the relief was tainted by despair, like my decision to come to Forks. But it was still better than wrestling with the alternatives.

driving at the speed limit--hideous thought.

Your hold on me is permanent and unbreakable. Never doubt that