Jacob was hardly in need of any physical protection I could offer. But my arms, pinned beneath Edward's, yearned to reach out to him. To wrap around his big, warm, waist in a silent promise of acceptance and comfort. Edward's shielding arms had become restraints.

Run, Bella, run. I love you too much, for your good or mine.

No, I had never intentionally caused anyone physical pain, but I had hurt Ian deeply enough just by hurting myself. Human lives were so impossibly tangled. What a mess.

Carlisle has a theory...he believes that we all bring something of our strongest human traits with us into the next life, where they are intensified - like our minds, and our senses.

Life and love would go on. Even though it would happen without me, the idea brought me joy.

I thought I'd explained it clearly before. Bella, I can't live in a world where you don't exist.

If we had happy endings, we’d all be under gravestones now.