“My love for you would blot out the sun like a cloud made out of yogurt. I hope you brought a spoon.”

“There were yogurt-colored clouds that afternoon, and I was there, blotting out your sun with a spoon.”

“I used to think of you that way, you know. Like the sun. My personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me."He sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse.”

“You are my daughter. I would love you if you put out the sun.”

“He's like a drug for you, Bella." His voice was still gentle, not at all critical. "I see that you can't live without him now. It's too late. but I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would have been the air, the sun."The corner of my mouth turned up in a wistful half-smile. "I used to think of you that way, you know. Like the sun. My personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me." He sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse.”

“Love is something like the clouds that were in the sky before the sun came out..you cannnot touch the clouds,you know; but you feel the rain and know how glad the flowers are to have it after a hot day.You cannot touch love either; but you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything. Without love we would not be happy.”