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I’ll be back so soon you won’t have time to miss me. Look after my heart—I‘ve left it with you.
He loves you more than you know. It terrifies him to be away from you.”
“It’s so hard to describe. It’s not like love at first sight, really. It’s more like… gravity moves. When you see her, suddenly it’s not the earth holding you here anymore. She does. And nothing matters more than her. And you would do anything for her, be anything for her.… You become whatever she needs you to be, whether that’s a protector, or a lover, or a friend, or a brother.
“Sleep, my Bella. Dream happy dreams. You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. It will always be yours. Sleep, my only love.”
Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else.
Two voices struggled inside me. One that wanted to be good and brave, and one that told the good one to keep her mouth shut.
My entire being shies away from any course that could inspire that kind of pain again.”
“You didn’t do anything. It’s my fault. I did this. I did everything wrong. I could have… When he… I shouldn’t have… I… I…” I was sobbing. “Bella, Bella.” His arms folded around me, and my tears soaked into his shirt.
i’m just imagining how cringe this would be if edward starting sobbing to bella because his girl bestfriend found out he was engaged… bella this is not it
My brain disconnected from my body, and I was kissing him back. Against all reason, my lips were moving with his in strange, confusing ways they’d never moved before—because I didn’t have to be careful with Jacob, and he certainly wasn’t being careful with me. My fingers tightened in his hair, but I was pulling him closer now.
I could see Charlie and Renée mixed into a strange collage with Billy and Sam and La Push. I could see years passing, and meaning something as they passed, changing me. I could see the enormous red-brown wolf that I loved, always standing as protector if I needed him. For the tiniest fragment of that second, I saw the bobbing heads of two small, black-haired children, running away from me into the familiar forest.
Don’t start with the noble self-sacrifice now! Fight!” “How?” he asked, and his eyes were ancient with their sadness. I scrambled into his lap, throwing my arms around him. “I don’t care that it’s cold here. I don’t care that I stink like a dog right now. Make me forget how awful I am. Make me forget him. Make me forget my own name. Fight back!”
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.’”
“‘I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!’”

