“No … she is mine. She stays with me.”

“She was mine. For the sake of appearances, she was my wife, but she was mine anyway. She didn’t know it yet, but I did. It was wrong and it made no sense, but she belonged with me. No one else, not anyone else.”

“Edward,' she mumbled softly.She was dreaming of me.Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to.'Stay,' she sighed. 'Don't go. Please... don't go”

“She reaches up and pulls my face to her and kisses me, her soft lips on mine. I don't want her to stop kissing me. As long as she is, then everything is fine. Everything is right, I would stay in this room forever if I could. The world can pass by without me, without us. Just as long as we can stay here, together, in each other's arms.”

“And she was mine, she was mine, the key was in my fist, my fist was in my pocket, she was mine.”

“Give me a girl at an impressionable age and she is mine for life.”