It's not the end. It's the beginning.

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.

Edward thought he was going to ruin Bella's life and he made her happy. And that really was everything for him.

I'm really glad I did not tattoo on my body 'cause I don't want them. So, permanence is a very scary thing to me, along with things that don't change at all.

When you can’t be with the one you love, will you stay with the one who loves you?

Don't let anyone tell you that high school is supposed to be fun. High school is to be endured. College is fun.

As if you could outrun me.