Stephenie Meyer Quotes - Page 33

What is a valid reason for someone to love someone else? Since apparently I’m doing it wrong.

I tried to be diplomatic, but mostly I just lied a lot.

I bit a pillow. Or two.

If this is how you’re going to react, I’ll freak out more often.

Happiness expanded like an explosion inside me – so extreme, so violent that I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.

There really is something irresistible about a lost cause.

Some of the memories were not clear - -dim human memories, seen through weak eyes and heard through weak ears: the first time I'd seen his face... the way it felt when he'd held me in the meadow... the sound of his voice through the darkness of my faltering consciousness when he'd save me from James... his face as he waited under a canopy of flowers to marry me... every precious moment on the island... his cold hands touching our baby through my skin.

My money's on the big Indian,' someone was saying. I peeked up to see that Tyler, Mike, Austin and Ben had there heads bent together, deep in conversation. 'Yeah,' Mike whispered. 'Did you see the size of that Jacob kid? I think he could take Cullen down.' Mike seemed pleased by the idea.

I always needed that extra fantasy world. I had to have another world I could be in at the same time.

Forever," he vowed, still a little staggered. "That's all I'm asking for," I said.

Edward was always focused, watching and also listening to what others couldn't see.

Jasper chuckled, shaking his head. " You truly are one frightening little monster.

And then I saw the way he looked at her... like he was a blind man, seeing the sun for the very first time.

Be honest, how hideous do I look?" He took another step back and pursed his lips. "That bad, huh?" I muttered. No, no Bella. Actually. . ." He seemed to be struggling for the right word. "You look. . .sexy." I laughed out loud. "Right." Very sexy, really.

Is he your warden now too? You know I saw this story on the news last week about controlling, abusive teenage relationships and- "Okay!" I cut him off, and then shoved his arm. "Time for the werewolf to get out!

It was the first time I'd ever felt truly jealous of anyone else in my entire life.

Don't worry?! You sliced your hand open!

It was all very childish. Why on earth should Edward have to leave for Jacob to come over? Weren't we past this immaturity?

Maybe you'll get lucky." I said bleakly, lurching on my feet. "Maybe I'll get hit by a truck on my way back.

We made it,' he shouted. 'Not bad for a prison break, eh?' 'Good thinking Jake.

I'm really glad I did not tattoo on my body 'cause I don't want them. So, permanence is a very scary thing to me, along with things that don't change at all.

If there was a Jane Austen camp, I would go, no question.

As a child, I actually wanted to be a lawyer. That was the goal. I didn't plan to be an author, and then even less, did I plan to produce movies. It all just happened.

I got famous in my 30s. I already had a real life and kids and responsibilities, like laundry and cleaning bathrooms. It's hard not be grounded when you have that. I think, if you get super-famous and everyone tells you you're wonderful when you're 12, it's probably a lot harder.