Stephenie Meyer

“Did this mean every impossible fairy tale was grounded somewhere in absolute truth? Was there anything sane or normal at all, or was everything just magic and ghost stories?”

“Immortality must grant endless patience.”

“But the cause didn't matter. All that mattered was the effect.”

“I've never been to veterinary school.”

“She was too good for a monster.”

“But what if it were you? What if you were stuffed in a human body and let loose on this planet only to find yourself lost among your own kind? What if you were such a good person that you tried to save the life that you'd taken that you almost died trying to get her back to her family? What if you then found yourself surrounded by violent aliens who hated you and tried to hurt you and tried to murder you over and over again? What if you just kept doing whatever you could to save and heal people despite that? Wouldn't you deserve a life too? Wouldn't you have earned that much?”

“But the absence of him is everywhere I look. It's like a huge hole has been punched through my chest.”

“Our relationship couldn't continue to balance, as it did, on the point of a knife. We would fall off one edge or the other, depending entirely upon his decision, or his instincts. My decision was made, made before I'd ever consciously chosen, and I was committed to seeing it through. Because there was nothing more terrifying to me, more excruciating, than the thought of turning away from him. It was an impossibility.”

“How can I put this so that you'll believe me? You're not asleep, and you're not dead. I'm here, and I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didn't want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.”

“That would be just like me-ruin everything, destroy the world, in a moment of klutziness.”

“I've never seen anyone so prone to life-threatening idiocy.”

“It seemed silly that this fact – the existence of his soul – had ever been in question, even if he was a vampire. He had the most beautiful soul, more beautiful than his brilliant mind or his incomparable face or his glorious body.”

“Do you love me?" "Of course I do." "Then why do I see you sneaking off to Vegas to get married without inviting me?”

“The isolation must be their desire; I couldn't imagine any door that wouldn't be opened by that degree of beauty.”

“My hands were gripping his arms, pulling myself tighter to him, my mouth glued to his and answering every unspoken question his asked.”

“I could live through it. It didn't feel like the pain had weakened over time, rather that I'd grown strong enough to bear it.”

“Listen up, Wanda. I know exactly what you don't want to be. But we're human, and we're selfish, and we don't always do the right thing. We aren't going to let you go. Deal with it.”

“But I love you, “ he whispered. “Doesn't that matter?” “Of course it matters. So much. Can't you see? That only makes it more… necessary.” His eyes flashed open. “Is it so unbearable to have me love you? Is that it? I can keep my mouth shut, Wanda. I won't say it again. You can be with Jared, if that's what you want. Just stay.”

“And I knew in that I had my answer. I didn't know if there ever was a choice, really. I was already in too deep.”

“In our hearts we'll always be together”

“Ugh! Why can’t you just read my mind already? It’s so inconvenient to be a mental mute! ~Bella”

“I had enough trouble not falling down when the ground was dry; it might be safer for me to go back to bed now.”

“There was no danger.”

“Me encogí, presioné el rostro contra el volante e intenté respirar a pesar de mis pulmones.Me pregunté cuánto más podría durar esto. Quizás algún día, dentro de unos años, si el dolor disminuía hasta el punto de ser soportable, me sentiría capaz de volver la vista atrás hacia esos pocos meses que siempre consideraría los mejores de mi vida.Y ese día, estaba segura de que me sentiría agradecida por todo aquel tiempo que me había dado, más de lo que yo había pedido y más de lo que merecía. Quizá algún día fuera capaz de verlo de este modo.”

“Es probable que mi pesadilla no hubiera asustado a nadie más. No había nada que saltara y gritase «¡buuu!». No había zombis ni fantasmas ni psicópatas. En realidad, no había nada, sólo un vacío, un interminable laberinto de árboles cubiertos de musgo, tan calmo, que el silencio se convertía en una presión incómoda sobre mis oídos. Estaba oscuro, como en el crepúsculo de un día nublado, con la luz justa para distinguir que no había nada a la vista. Siempre estoy corriendo a través de la penumbra sin una dirección definida, busca que te busca. Me pongo más y más frenética a medida que pasa el tiempo e intento moverme más deprisa. Parezco torpe a pesar de la velocidad. .. Entonces, llegaba a aquel punto de mi sueño. Sabía con antelación que iba a llegar a él, pero, a pesar de ello, no era capaz de despertarme antes. Era ese momento en el que me daba cuenta de que no había nada que buscar, nada que encontrar, que nunca había habido otra cosa que no fuera ese bosque vacío y lóbrego y que nunca habría ninguna otra cosa para mí... nada de nada.Por lo general, empezaba a gritar en ese momento.”

“La evidencia física era la parte más significativa de la ecuación. Yo había cambiado, mi interior se había alterado hasta el punto de no ser reconocible. Incluso mi exterior parecía distinto, tenía el rostro cetrino, a excepción de las ojeras malvas que las pesadillas habían dejado bajo mis ojos, unos ojos bastante oscuros en contraste con mi piel pálida; tanto, que si yo hubiera sido hermosa y si se me miraba desde una cierta distancia, podría pasar ahora por un vampiro. Pero yo no era hermosa, y probablemente guardaba más parecido con un zombi.”

“El tiempo pasa incluso aunque parezca imposible, incluso a pesar de que cada movimiento de la manecilla del reloj duela como el latido de la sangre al palpitar debajo de un moretón. El tiempo transcurre de forma desigual, con saltos extraños y treguas insoportables, pero pasar, pasa. Incluso para mí.”

“It was very relaxing to be away from civilization, and this bothered me. I should not have found the loneliness so welcoming.”

“Those who lived in peaceful nations had looked the other way as members of their own species starved on their door step.”

“¿Por qué siguen adelante la vida y el amor? ¿Qué sentido tiene?.”

“Good or Bad?Good.That's what I thought”

“I'll be back so soon you won't have time to miss me. Look after my heart I've left it with you”

“Había una cosa que sabia a ciencia cierta, lo sabia en el fondo del estomago y en el tuétano de los huesos, lo sabia de la cabeza a los pies, lo sabia en la hondura de mi pecho vació...El amor le concede a los demás el poder para destruirte. A mi me habían roto más allá de toda esperanza.”

“It’s not fair!” Sunny wailed. “Why do you get to stay? Why can’t I stay, if you can?” I had to swallow hard. “That wouldn’t be fair, would it? But I don’t get to stay, Sunny. I have to go, too. And soon. Maybe we’ll leave together.” Perhaps she’d be happier if she thought I was going to the Dolphins with her. By the time she knew otherwise, Sunny would have a different host with different emotions and no tie to this human beside me. Maybe. Anyway, it would be too late. “I have to go, Sunny, just like you. I have to give my body back, too.” And then, flat and hard from right behind us, Ian’s voice broke through the quiet like the crack of a whip. ”What?”

“if there's no change ...there'd be no butterflies”

“- Nebijok, - sumurmėjau. - Mes priklausome vienas kitam.”

“Laikas teka. Net tada, kai tai atrodo neįmanoma. Net tada, kai kiekviena sekundė sukelia tokį skausmą, lyg žaizdoje tvinkčiotų kraujas. Jis slenka nevienodai, keistai trūkčioja arba ramiai sustoja, bet vis vien slenka. Net man.”

“Ne taip, kaip vyras abejotų prieš pabučiuodamas moterį, apgalvotų, kaip ji reaguos, svarstytų, ar jai tai patiks. Galbūt dvejotų norėdamas pratęsti akimirką, tą nuostabų laukimą, kartais malonesnį už patį bučinį.”

“Mel? Mel, I love you. Mel, come back . Mel, Mel, Mel."It's Jared's voice, trying to call me back the way Wanda called back the Healer's host, the way she taught Kyle to call to Jodi.I can answer him. I can speak now. I can feel my tongue in my mouth, ready to move into whatever shape I ask it to. I can feel the air in my lungs, ready to push out the words. If I want this. "Mel, I love you, I love you."This is Wanda's gift to me, paid for with her silver blood. Jared and I, put back together again as if she'd never lived. As if she hadn't saved us both. If I accept this gift, I profit from her death. I kill her again. I take her sacrifice and make it murder. "Mel, please? Open your eyes."I feel his hand on my face, cradling my cheek. I feel his lips burn against my forehead, but I don't want them, not at this price. Or do I?”

“I hurried to the southern corridor, relieved when I was safe in the blackness there. Relieved and horrified. It was really over now.I'm so afraid, I whimpered.Before Mel could respond, a heavy hand dropped on my shoulder from the darkness."Going somewhere?"I was so tightly wound that I shrieked in terror; I was so terrified that my shriek was only a breathless little squeal."Sorry!" Jared's arm went round my shoulders, comforting. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.""What are you doing here?" I demanded, still breathless."Following you. I've been following you all night.""Well, stop it now."There was a hesitation in the dark, and his arm didn't move. I shrugged out from under it, but he caught my wrist. His grip was firm; I wouldn't be able to shake free easily."You're going to see Doc?" he asked, and there was no confusion in his question. It was obvious that he wasn't talking about a social visit."Of course I am." I hissed the words so that he wouldn't hear the panic in my voice. "What else can I do after today?It's not going to get any better. And this isn't Jeb's decision to make.""I know. I'm on your side."It made me angry that these words still had the power to hurt me, to bring tears stinging into my eyes. I tried to hold onto the thought of Ian - he was the anchor, as Kyle somehow had been for Sunny - but it was hard with Jared's hand touching me, with the smell of him in my nose. Like trying to make out the song of one violin when the entire percussion section was bashing away..."Then let me go, Jared. Go away. I want to be alone." The words came out fierce and fast and hard. It was easy to hear that they weren't lies."I should come with you.""You'll have Melanie back soon enough," I snapped. "I'm only asking for a few minutes, Jared. Give me that much."Another pause; his hand didn't loosen."Wanda, I would come to be with you."The tears spilled over. I was grateful for the darkness."It wouldn't feel that way," I whispered. "So there's no point.”

“After all the planets and all the hosts you've left behind, you've finally found the place and the body you'd die for. I think you've found your home, Wanderer.”

“Once people start throwing wet stuff, I go inside.Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 2, p.39”

“=> When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile.=> Never tell your problems to anyone...20% don't care and the other 80% are glad you have them.=> It's true that we don't know what we've got until we loseit, but it's also true that we don't know what we've beenmissing until it arrives.”

“Just because you want something to be true doesn’t make it that way.” -The Host”

“No te preocupes, Mel. Los milagros no funciona de esa manera. Nunca te perderé. Nunca dejaré que te alejes de mí”

“Making decisions was the painful part for me, the part I agonized over. But once the decision was made, I simply followed through—usually with relief that the choice was made. Sometimes the relief was tainted by despair, like my decision to come to Forks. But it was still better than wrestling with the alternatives.”

“The morning brought with it, if not a brighter outlook, at least a measure of control, some acceptance. Instinctively, I knew that the new tear in my heart would always ache. That was just going to be a part of me now.”

“My hindsight seemed unbearably clear tonight. I could see every mistake I'd made, every bit of harm I'd done, the small things and the big things.”

“I couldn’t get the words exactly right; I only remembered wishing that Jacob were my brother so that we could love each other without any confusion or pain.”

“I kept pushing against the black, though, almost a reflex. I wasn’t trying to lift it. I was just resisting. Not allowing it to crush me completely. I wasn’t Atlas, and the black felt as heavy as a planet; I couldn’t shoulder it. All I could do was not be entirely obliterated. It was sort of a pattern to my life—I’d never been strong enough to deal with the things outside of my control, to attack the enemies or outrun them. To avoid the pain. Always human and weak, the only thing I’d ever been able to do was keep going. Endure. Survive.”