Life and Death: Twilight Reimagined (The Twilight Saga)

by Stephenie Meyer

When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.

I like this line. It gives off the same energy as "don't cry because it ended, smile because it happened" but without the cliché that line has become. Granted, this is about DEATH at the end of the mentioned dream, but in a story like this, I find it rather appropriate.

It had taken me years to live down Beaufort – thank you so much, Grandpa, for dying just months before I was born and making my mom feel obligated to honor you.

There were a few things I knew for sure. For one, Edythe was an actual vampire. For another, there was a part of her that saw me as food. But in the end, none of that mattered. All that mattered was that I loved her, more than I’d ever imagined it was possible to love anything. She was everything I wanted, the only thing I would ever want.

I thought about falling to my knees on purpose. This was the kind of beauty you worshipped. The kind you built temples for and offered sacrifices to. I wished I had something in my empty hands to give her, but what would a goddess want from a mediocre mortal like me?

Really wishing I didn't relate to Beau's self-esteem issues so hard.

“And so the lion fell in love with the lamb,” she murmured. The word was like another electric jolt to my system. I tried to cover my reaction. “What a stupid lamb.” She sighed. “What a sick, masochistic lion.”