Perhaps there could be no joy on this planet without an equal weight of pain to balance it out on some unknown scale.

The bottom line is that you have to choose who you are going to commit to-- that's the foundation of true love, not the lack of other options

Does it bother you, me being half naked all the time?

You’ve never been a teenager, sweetie. You know what’s best for you.

Sometimes, kismet happens.

She wasn't speaking to me - in the juvenile, petty sense of the phrase.

I tried to concentrate on the angel's voice instead. "Bella, please! Bella, listen to me, please, please, please, Bella, please!" he begged. Yes, I wanted to say. Anything. But I couldn't find my lips. "Carlisle!" the angel called, agony in his perfect voice. "Bella, Bella, no, oh please, no, no!" And the angel was sobbing tearless, broken sobs. The angel shouldn't weep, it was wrong. I tried to find him, to tell him everything was fine, but the water was so deep, it was pressing on me, and I couldn't breathe.