It makes me . . . anxious . . . to be away from you.
You look tired." "Yeah," I agreed, and shrugged. "Near-death experiences do that to me . . .
Run, Bella, run. I love you too much, for your good or mine.
Life and love would go on. Even though it would happen without me, the idea brought me joy.
Sell stupid somewhere else--there's nothing better than that face!
That’s Edward. He’s gorgeous, of course, but don’t waste your time. He doesn’t date. Apparently none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him.