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Early marriage was higher up on her blacklist than boiling live puppies.
It made no sense when he looked at me that way. Like I was the prize rather than the outrageously lucky winner.
He had the most beautiful soul, more beautiful than his brilliant mind or his incomparable face or his glorious body.
How did people do this—swallow all their fears and trust someone else so implicitly with every imperfection and fear they had—with less than the absolute commitment Edward had given me? If it weren’t Edward out there, if I didn’t know in every cell of my body that he loved me as much as I loved him—unconditionally and irrevocably and, to be honest, irrationally—I’d never be able to get up off this floor.
Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him.
“Did you know that ‘I told you so’ has a brother, Jacob?” she asked, cutting me off. “His name is ‘Shut the hell up.’”
17. WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE? THE WIZARD OF OZ? YOU NEED A BRAIN? YOU NEED A HEART? GO AHEAD. TAKE MINE. TAKE EVERYTHING I HAVE.
The impossible face suddenly smiled—a wide, deliberate smile. Behind the shell-pink lips was a full complement of snowy milk teeth.
SHE HAS TEETH OH MY GOD HOW DID I MISS THIS?!?!
“You nicknamed my daughter after the Loch Ness Monster?” I screeched.
I had found my true place in the world, the place I fit, the place I shined.
Say what you want, I still think Dracula One and Dracula Two are creep-tacular.”
Edward leaned his head against the same shoulder where he’d placed Renesmee. “Goodbye, Jacob, my brother… my son.”
This is supposed to be sentimental but wtf
