New Moon (Twilight, #2)

by Stephenie Meyer

Tonight the sky was utterly black. Perhaps there was no moon tonight—a lunar eclipse, a new moon.

TIME PASSES. EVEN WHEN IT SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE. EVEN WHEN each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.

Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.

Like an earthbound sun, whenever someone was within his gravitational pull, Jacob warmed them. It was natural, a part of who he was. No wonder I was so eager to see him.

jacob honestly sounds so good for bella

There was nothing left in my life at this point that was more important than Jacob Black.

One thing I truly knew—knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest—was how love gave someone the power to break you.

Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore.

Love is irrational, I reminded myself. The more you loved someone, the less sense anything made.

And the last seven months meant nothing. And his words in the forest meant nothing. And it did not matter if he did not want me. I would never want anything but him, no matter how long I lived.

At least I could be with him again before I died. That was better than a long life.

After all, how many ways can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating?

“Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars—points of light and reason.… And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything.”

“So eager for eternal damnation,” he muttered.