With our rarely changing temperaments strong emotions can alter us in permanent ways. But he said I did not need to worry about that part โ you had already altered me so completely.
Stephenie MeyerIt was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape.
Stephenie MeyerI struggled to find the words to name the feelings that flooded through me, but I had no words strong enough to hold them. For a long moment, I drowned in them. When I surfaced, I was not the same man I had been. My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?
Stephenie Meyer