Hard to feel confident when you’re surrounded by horse-sized wolves. Emmett Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 39, p.745

I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I’d smelled in eighty years.

"Aren't you hungry?" he asked, distracted. "No." I didn't feel like mentioning that my stomach was already full - of butterflies.

I know love and lust don't always keep the same company.

I love you more than anything in the world combined.

I took his hand, and suddely he yanked me―too roughly―right off the bed so that I thudded against his chest. "Just in case," he muttered against my hair, crushing me in a bear hug that about to broke my ribs. "Can't―breathe!" I gasped.

The absence of him is everywhere I look.