If you turned the fabric of our lives over, I imagined the design on the backside would be woven in the bleak grays of doubt and fear.

Whoa, whoa! Hold up, there, kid. She lives in Forks, remember? So she gets rained on.

There s a difference between being in love and being in love with the idea of love.

It is a strange world," I murmered, more to myself than to the native soul. "The strangest," he agreed.

i did know this- every second i spent with her was only going to add to the pain i would have suffer later

Jacob's little smirk became a full-blown grin, and I knew he was picturing Charlie showing up to arrest him. This grin was too bitter, too full of mocking to satisfy me. This wasn't the smile I'd been waiting to see.

Lie to me. she whispered. I love you. he said.