Your scent is like a drug to me like my own personal brand of heroin. — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
Saving her life was the one acceptable thing I'd done since I met her. The one thing that I was not ashamed… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
I could really appreciate him now - could properly see every beautiful line of his perfect face, of his long, flawless body… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
So, Bella, I was following your scent through the woods after I'd left your room where I was watching you sleep...Yes that… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
It was very strange, for I knew we were both in mortal danger. Still, in that instant, I felt well. Whole. I… — 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
