In so many millennia, the humans never did figurs love out. How much is physical, how much in the mind? How much accident and how much fate? Why did perfect matches crumble and impossible couples thrive? I dont know the answer better than they did. Love simply is where it is.

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

The way you move — you orient yourself around him without even thinking about it. When he moves, even a little bit, you adjust your position at the same time. Like magnets… or gravity. You’re like a… satellite, or something.

For one half second, I wondered what it would feel like to put my hand in the fire. What it would feel like when I burned.

That was the first night I dreamed of Eward Cullen.

Someone has to spread the good news that we survived.

She sees things — things that might happen, things that are coming. But it’s very subjective. The future isn’t set in stone. Things change.