The only reason I left was to protect you.

The outside world holds no interest for me without you." -Edward

That’s why it was so impossible to tell him goodbye — because I was in love with him. Too. I loved him, much more than I should, and yet, still nowhere near enough. I was in love with him, but it was not enough to change anything; it was only enough to hurt us both more. To hurt him worse than I ever had.

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

For some reason, my temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. I usually cried when I was angry, a humiliating tendency.

Sometimes ideas feel like they were already there, and that you're just discovering them.

When you live for the fight, for the blood, the relationships you form are tenuous and easily broken.