“And Jacob's right-about one thing, anyway-a pack of werewolves ought to be enough to protect even you for one evening.”

“You can tell Sam to go right to-''Look at that,' Jacob interrupted me.”

“When I left you, Bella, I left you bleeding. Jacob was the one to stitch you back up again. That was bound to leave its mark - on both of you.”

“I would have to commit to this- commit as much of me as there was left, every one of the broken pieces. It was the only way to be fair to him. Would I? Could I?Would it be wrong to try to make Jacob happy? Even if the love I felt for him was no more than a weak echo of what I was capable of, even if my heart was far away, wandering and grieving after my fickle Romeo, would it be so very wrong?”

“I miss you when you’re not there. When you’re happy, it makes me happy. But I could say the same thing about Charlie, Jacob. You’re family. I love you, but I’m not in love with you.”

“I'm not like a car Jacob, now matter how you try to fix me, I'll never run right.”

“Yeah right,' Jacob muttered. 'I'm sure he's quite the pacifist.”