Charlie took my hand and, in a symbol as old as the world, placed it in Edward’s. I touched the cool miracle… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
So when he touched me, it was deeper and slower than the wildfire, like the flow of molten rock far beneath the… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer to him until my lips touched his. — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“When he touched me, it stung my hand as if an electric current had passed through us.” — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“I touched his face. "Look," I said. "I love you more than everything else in the world combined. Isn't that enough?" "Yes,… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. It will always be yours.” — 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
