Over my pile of ashes

I glanced, wide eyed, from Edward's grimace to Jacob's sneer.

Don't be afraid," I said, "We belong together." I was immediatly overcome by the truth of my own words.

My old mind hadn’t been capable of holding this much love. My old heart had not been strong enough to bear it. Maybe this was the part of me that I’d brought forward to be intensified in my new life. Like Carlisle’s compassion and Esme’s devotion. I would probably never be able to do anything interesting or special like Edward, Alice, and Jasper could do. Maybe I would just love Edward more than anyone in the history of the world had ever loved anyone else. I could live with that.

The irresponsible mother helped explain bella's maturity. She'd had to grow up early, to become the caretaker. That's why she didn't like being cared for- she felt it was her job.

Because there was nothing more terrifying to me, more excruciating, than the thought of turning away from him. it was an impossibility.

Too young,too young,she chanted to herself. Wrong,of course. I was older than her grandfather but according to my driver's license,she was right.