For some reason, my temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. I usually cried when I was angry, a humiliating tendency.
I'm not like a car you can fix up. I'm never gonna run right" Bella
Those who lived in peaceful nations had looked the other way as members of their own species starved on their door step.
If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it?
I’m afraid you’re going to have to make a choice.
I could see how easy it would be to fall into loving Bella. It would be exactly like falling: effortless. Not letting myself love her was the opposite of falling—it was pulling myself up a cliff-face, hand over hand, the task as grueling as if I had no more than mortal strength.