Stephenie Meyer

“Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise?”

“I was stunned by the unexpected electricity that flowed through me, amazed that it was possible to be more aware of him than I already was. A crazy impulse to reach over and touch him, to stroke his perfect face just once in the darkness, nearly overwhelmed me.-Bella”

“What can I give you, Wanda?” he insisted.I took a deep breath and tried to keep my voice steady.“Give me a lie, Jared. Tell me you want me to stay.”There was no hesitation this time. His arms wound around me in the dark, held me securely against his chest. He pressed his lips against my forehead, and I felt his breath move my hair when he spoke.Melanie was holding her breath in my head. She was trying to bury herself again, trying to givememy freedom for these last minutes. Maybe she was afraid to listen to these lies. She wouldn'twant this memory when I was gone.“Stay here, Wanda. With us. Withme. I don't want you to go. Please. I can't imagine having you gone. I can't see that. I don't know how to… how to…” His voice broke.”

“Ia segalanya yang kau inginkan, sekaligus segalanya yang tidak bisa kau miliki...”

“Apa yang berubah bisa berubah kembali”

“Aku tak sanggup hidup tanpa hidupku! Aku tak sanggup hidup tanpa jiwaku!”

“Waktu akan membuat keadaan menjadi lebih mudah”

“If you don’t send Edward out, we’re coming in after him! (Emmett)”

“Please tell me you are not trying to have a sex talk with me, Charlie. (Bella)”

“Try not to trip. We don’t have time for a concussion today.”

“Edward and I had not had a last grand scene of farewell, nor did I plan one. To speak the word was to make it final. It would be the same as typing the words The End on the last page of a manuscript. So we did not say our goodbyes, and we stayed very close to each other, always touching. Whatever end found us, it would not find us separated.”

“Like everything in life, I just had to decide what to do with what I was given.”

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to make a choice.”

“She’s with us.”

“You are safe inside your mind. No one can reach you there.”

“i will always tell you the truth.”

“I’m glad I came. I didn’t think I would be. But it’s good to see you… one more time. Not as sad as I’d thought it would be.”

“You can have me the way i am — bad behavior included — or not at all.”

“I figured if I played nice, I’d get more time with you.”

“it’s awful. No privacy, no secrets. Everything you’re ashamed of, laid out for everyone to see.”

“There are no rules that can bind you when you find your other half.”

“You think I should be as forgiving as you are? We can’t all be saints and martyrs.”

“Yeah, I’ll always be your friend. No matter what you love.”

“Sometimes I’m afraid that I’m losing myself.”

“You’ve got to have a little more confidence in us than that. It’s insulting.”

“Sometimes, loyalty gets in the way of what you want to do. Sometimes, it’s not your secret to tell.”

“As long as you like me the best. And you think I’m good-looking—sort of. I’m prepared to be annoyingly persistent.”

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

“It’s just been my experience that some kinds of working relationships are better motivated by fear than by monetary gain.”

“When you live for the fight, for the blood, the relationships you form are tenuous and easily broken.”

“I can feel what you’re feeling now — and you are worth it.”

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

“You make your own kinds of mistakes, and I’m sure you’ll have your share of regrets in life. But commitment was never your problem, sweetie. You have a better chance of making this work than most forty-year-olds I know. My little middle-aged child. Luckily, you seem to have found another old soul.”

“You’re not making my mistakes, Bella. You sound like you’re scared silly, and I’m guessing it’s because you’re afraid of me.”

“You’re exactly like Charlie. Once you make up your mind, there is no reasoning with you. Of course, exactly like Charlie, you stick by your decisions, too.”

“The way you move — you orient yourself around him without even thinking about it. When he moves, even a little bit, you adjust your position at the same time. Like magnets… or gravity. You’re like a… satellite, or something.”

“There’s something… strange about the way you two are together. The way he watches you — it’s so… protective. Like he’s about to throw himself in front of a bullet to save you or something.”

“He never leaves, does he?”

“As long as she wants me, I’m here.”

“You think of me as a… living stone — hard and cold. That’s true. We are set the way we are, and it is very rare for us to experience a real change. When that happens, as when Bella entered my life, it is a permanent change. There’s no going back…”

“She reminded me of what it did to her when I left — what it still does to her when I leave. She feels horrible about bringing that up, but she’s right. I’ll never be able to make up for that, but I’ll never stop trying anyway.”

“Your number was up the first time I met you.”

“Distract me, please”

“I’m just going to do what I want now, and let the chips fall where they may.”

“You think I regret saving your life?”

“Someone has to spread the good news that we survived.”

“No blood, no foul.”

“Do you ever think that your life might be easier if you weren't in love with me?" — Edward Cullen”

“no two writers go about things in exactly the same way(intro)”

“Ian stood above me, his chest heaving with exertion and fury. For a second he turned away and put the door back in place with one swift wrench. And then he was glowering again.I took a deep breath and rolled up onto my knees, holding my hands out, palms up, wishing that some magic would appear in them. Something I could give him, something I could say. But my hands were empty."You. Are. Not. Leaving. Me." His eyes blazed - burning brighter than I had ever seen them, blue fires."Ian," I whispered. "You have to see that... that I can't stay. You must se that.""No!" he shouted at me.I cringed back, and, abruptly, Ian crumpled forward, falling to his knees, falling into me. He buried his head in my stomach, and his arms locked around my waist. He was shaking, shaking hard, and loud, desperate sobs were breaking out of his chest."No, Ian, no," I begged. This was so much worse than his anger. "Don't, please. Please, don't.""Wanda," he moaned."Ian, please. Don't feel this way. Don't. I'm so sorry. Please."I was crying too, shaking too, though that might have been him shaking me."You can't leave.""I have to, I have to," I sobbed.And then we cried wordlessly for a long time.”