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I was in disbelief that I’d just explained my dreary life to this bizarre, beautiful boy who may or may not despise me. He’d
“I said it would be better if we weren’t friends, not that I didn’t want to be.”
“I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.”
“I may not give you back, though,” he said with a wicked glint in his eyes.
“Why didn’t you want to leave?” “It makes me . . . anxious . . . to be away from you.”
“It’s too easy to be myself with you.”
“I swear not to hurt you.”
“Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.”
“Bella, I couldn’t live with myself if I ever hurt you. You don’t know how it’s tortured me.”
“You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever.”
she could never have one tenth, no, one hundredth of the attraction you hold for me.”
“For almost ninety years I’ve walked among my kind, and yours . . . all the time thinking I was complete in myself, not realizing what I was seeking. And not finding anything, because you weren’t alive yet.”
“I love you,” I whispered. “You are my life now,”
“I’ll always want you,” I warned him. “Forever.”
“You’re wrong, you know,” he said quietly. “What?” I gasped. “I can feel what you’re feeling now—and you are worth it.”
“I know, Bella. Believe me, I know. It’s like you’ve taken half my self away with you.”
once. And then I carefully sealed away my heart.
“Mostly I dream about being with you forever.”
“Look,” I said. “I love you more than everything else in the world combined. Isn’t that enough?”

