He was silent for a moment, staring out the window into the rain; I imagined he was contemplating the fact that his… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
But most significant in this tidal wave of happiness was the surest fact of all: I was with Edward. Forever - Bella… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
You know, Jacob, if it weren’t for the fact that we’re natural enemies and that you’re also trying to steal away the… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
Are you refering to the fact that you can't walk across a flat, stable surface without finding something to trip over? — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
Sometimes, fact mixed with fiction so thoroughly that, though no lies were told, it was hard to remember what was strictly true. — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“That would be just like me-ruin everything, destroy the world, in a moment of klutziness.” — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“But suddenly something sharp was cutting me, my throat, my wrists, my ankles. I screamed in shock, thinking he'd brought me there to hurt… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
Everything in my world was about him. What a silly thing to expect. — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“Alice: "I'll play you for it. Rock, paper, scissors." Edward: "Why don't you just tell me who wins?" Alice: "I do. Excellent.” — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“What can I give you, Wanda?” he insisted. I took a deep breath and tried to keep my voice steady.“Give me a lie, Jared.… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
Mike's eyes narrowed shrewdly. "Don't kid yourself, Bella. The guy's head over heels for you." "I know," I sighed. "Life is complicated." "And girls… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“You know the story in the bible? The one with the king and the two women fighting over the baby? Sure King Solomon. That's… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
I’m exactly right for you, Bella. It would have been effortless for us — comfortable, easy as breathing. I was the natural path your… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“I felt a surge of pity, and relief. Pity because, as beautiful as they were, they were outsiders, clearly not accepted. Relief that I… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
