Stephenie Meyer Quotes - Page 32

Funny how it kept hitting me, like each new thing was a surprise. When was I going to stop being surprised?

I was just thinking – today is the first and last day of forever. It’s kind of hard to wrap my head around it. Even with all this extra room for wrapping.

Please don't run away. And, um, I'd rather you didn't kick me again either.

Now, we'll have to hang out here until we're sure Jared's really gone and can't catch us." He grinned conspiratorially. "Then we'll have some fun!" I remembered that his idea of fun was usually along the lines of an armed standoff.

I used to dream about him all the time," Sunny whispered to me. "Every night. I kept hoping the Seekers would find him; I missed him so much...When I saw him, I thought it was the old dream again.

Uncle Jeb," we croaked in surprise. "You found us." "Well, now," he said, and his gruff voice brought back a hundred memories. "Well, now, here's a pickle.

It's like pain, this pleasure.

He shifted his weight, throwing his good leg off the bed as if he were going to try to stand. “What are you doing?” I demanded through the tears. “Lie down, you idiot, you’ll hurt yourself!” I jumped to my feet and pushed his good shoulder down with two hands. He surrendered, leaning back with a gasp of pain, but he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me down on the bed, against his good side. I curled up there, trying to stifle the silly sobs against his hot skin.

The only parents in the world who don’t need sleep, and our child already sleeps through the night. Edward Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 22, p.429

I glared at him. "I may not die now... but I'm going to die sometime. Every minute of the day, I get closer. And I'm going to get old.

It's not what you are. It's what you do.

She is mine.' Edward’s low voice was suddenly dark, not as composed as before. 'I didn’t say I would fight fair.

Of course, die for the monster spawn. It was so Bella.

Children in the abstract, had never appealed to me. They seemed to be loud creatures, often dripping some form of goo.

Do you like scary stories? he asked ominously. Jacob Black

Sell stupid somewhere else--there's nothing better than that face!

My name is Jared Howe. I haven't spoken to another human being in more than two years, so I'm sure I must seem...a little crazy to you.

You want me to be all doom and gloom, or just shut up?

The rains would end, and when they did, Ian and I would be together, partners in the truest sense. This was a promise and an obligation I had never had in all my lives. Thinking of it made me feel joyful and anxious and shy and desperately impatient all at the same time—made me feel human.

Life and love would go on. Even though it would happen without me, the idea brought me joy.

When I write a story, it's not like I'm thinking about what I'm doing

Good luck, little Wanderer, good luck. How I wish you didn't need it.

You don’t have anything like this. For crying out loud, you only own one skirt!

No one could be still like Edward.

You know when things are bad when you feel guilty for being rude to vampires. Jacob B. Ch.14