Top 829 Quotes & Sayings by Stephenie Meyer - Page 3

Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder

driving at the speed limit--hideous thought.

And it was different because I'd already lost her so many times, so many ways, in my head. And different because she was never really mine to lose. And different because this wasn't my fault.

Not many people get every single thing they want plus all the things they didn't think to ask for in the same day.

Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe.

What were you two doing last night, discussing the national debt?

Books have been thought of as windows to another world of imagination

I knew it would begin with the end, and the end would look like death to these eyes. I had been warned.

There s a difference between being in love and being in love with the idea of love.

I'll meet you at the altar" "I'll be the one in white!

Do you truly believe that you care more for me than I do for you?" he murmured, leaning closer to me as he spoke, his dark golden eyes piercing. I tried to remember how to exhale. I had to look away before it came back to me. "You're doing it again," I muttered. His eyes opened wide with surprise. "What?" "Dazzling me," I admitted, trying to concentrate as I looked back at him. "Oh." He frowned. "It's not your fault," I sighed. "You can't help it.

And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

I know love and lust don't always keep the same company.

History was easy, but I don't know about the Calculus. It seemed like it was making sense, so that probably means I failed.

You and I won't lose each other, I will always find you again. No matter how well you hide. I'm unstoppable.

i did know this- every second i spent with her was only going to add to the pain i would have suffer later

Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him.

No point in ignoring the truth. Doesn't make it worse to have it said out loud.

Look after my heart - I've left it with you.

I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.

At least he's alive and well. I love him enough that I want that. I want him to have what's best for him." She sighed. "I just don't want to stick around to watch.

And then we continued blissfully into this small but perfect piece of our forever.

Dazed and disoriented, I looked up from the bright red blood pulsing out of my arm - into the fevered eyes of the six suddenly ravenous vampires.

How did people do this - swallow all their fears and trust someone else so implicitly with every imperfection and fear they had.

I'd rather die than be with anyone but you.

She was thinking what I think she was thinking, wasn't she?

I tensed, waiting for the fury - both his and mine - but it was only quiet and calm in the darkness of his room. I could almost taste the sweetness of reunion in the air, a separate fragrance from the perfume of his breath; the emptiness when we were apart left its own bitter aftertaste, something I didn't consciously notice until it was removed. There was no friction in the space between us. The stillness was peaceful - not like the calm before the tempest, but like a clear night untouched by even the dream of a storm.

The bottom line is that you have to choose who you are going to commit to-- that's the foundation of true love, not the lack of other options

It was like someone had died- like I had died. Because it had been more than just losing the truest of true loves, as if that were not enough to kill anyone. It was also losing a whole future, a whole family- the whole life that I'd chosen...

I love you," I said in a low, intense voice. "I will always love you, no matter what happens now.

Don't be afraid," i murmured. "We belong together.

After all, how many ways can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating?

But... when I left you, Bella, I left you bleeding. Jacob was the one to stitch you back up again. That was bound to leave it's mark - on both of you. I'm not sure those kinds of stitches dissolve on their own. I can't blame either of you for something I made necessary. I may gain forgiveness, but that doesn't let me escape the consequences.

It was the first time I'd ever felt truly jealous of anyone else in my entire life.

Don't be a baby about this. No tantrums.

Jealous, O’Shea?" "Actually… I am.

Is he your warden now too? You know I saw this story on the news last week about controlling, abusive teenage relationships and- "Okay!" I cut him off, and then shoved his arm. "Time for the werewolf to get out!

Never before had I recognized the ring of majesty that was in Billy Black's voice, though I realized now that this authority had always been there.

More than my own life

Before I tell you my story," Jasper said. "you must understand that there are places in our world, Bella, where the life span of the never-aging is measured in weeks, and not centuries.

Sometimes I think you like me better as a wolf." "Sometimes I do. It probably has something to do with the way you CAN'T TALK.

I bit a pillow. Or two.

That's not very attractive behavior, Bella." he said. " Forgiveness is divine. "Mind your own buisness.

Maybe you'll get lucky." I said bleakly, lurching on my feet. "Maybe I'll get hit by a truck on my way back.

Be honest, how hideous do I look?" He took another step back and pursed his lips. "That bad, huh?" I muttered. No, no Bella. Actually. . ." He seemed to be struggling for the right word. "You look. . .sexy." I laughed out loud. "Right." Very sexy, really.

Jasper chuckled, shaking his head. " You truly are one frightening little monster.

Happy and sad, elated and miserable, secure and afraid, loved and denied, patient and angry, peaceful and wild, complete and empty...all of it. I would feel everything. It would all be mine.

He put his cold hands on either side of my face and fixed his golden eyes on mine. "Would you please tell me what you're thinking? Before I go mad?

I almost took the door off the car

But what if...what if you sincerely believed something was true, but you were dead wrong? What if you were so stubbornly sure that you were right, that you wouldn’t even consider the truth? Would the truth be silenced, or would it try to break through?

I belong wherever I want to be.

Don't worry?! You sliced your hand open!

It was all very childish. Why on earth should Edward have to leave for Jacob to come over? Weren't we past this immaturity?

I was all braced for the wrath that was going to put grizzlies to shame, and this is what I get? I should infuriate you more often.

Don't worry, Mel. Miracles don't work that way. I'll never lose you. I'll never let you get away from me.

Edward was always focused, watching and also listening to what others couldn't see.

You can't trust a vampire, trust me

Um," Doc said in a mild voice, "medically speaking, I'm not sure that was the most helpful thing for his condition." "But I feel better," Jared answered, sullen. Doc smiled the tiniest smile. "Well, maybe a few more minutes of unconsciousness won't kill him.

Edward stretched out his arm, his hand curled into a fist. Seth grinned, revealing the long row of dagger teeth, and bumped his nose against Edward's hand. "Nice teamwork," Edward murmured.

We made it,' he shouted. 'Not bad for a prison break, eh?' 'Good thinking Jake.