-My own life meant little to me today. (Bella)
-I didn’t have to look to know who it was; this was a voice I would know anywhere—know, and respond to, whether I was awake or asleep… or even dead, I’d bet. The voice I’d walk through fire for—or, less dramatically, slosh every day through the cold and endless rain for. Edward. (Bella)
- Well, Gran, you might have noticed that my boyfriend glitters. It’s just something he does in the sun. Don’t worry about it… (Bella)
- Edward stood beside me, casting no reflection, excruciatingly lovely and forever seventeen. (Bella)
- I couldn’t feel anything but despair until I pulled into the familiar parking lot behind Forks High School and spotted Edward leaning motionlessly against his polished silver Volvo, like a marble tribute to some forgotten pagan god of beauty. (Bella)
- You’re only a senior once. Might as well document the experience. (Alice)
- How many times have you been a senior? (Bella)
- So, as discussed, I am not allowed to wish you a happy birthday, is that correct? (Edward)
- Attention is never a good thing, as any other accident-prone klutz would agree. No one wants a spotlight when they’re likely to fall on their face. (Bella)
- College was Plan B. I was still hoping for Plan A, but Edward was just so stubborn about leaving me human… (Bella)
- Money meant next to nothing to Edward or the rest of the Cullens. It was just something that accumulated when you had unlimited time on your hands and a sister who had an uncanny ability to predict trends in the stock market. (Bella)
- You want a nice stereo? Drive your own car. (Bella)
-Edward had drawn many careful lines for our physical relationship, with the intent being to keep me alive. Though I respected the need for maintaining a safe distance between my skin and his razor-sharp, venom-coated teeth, I tended to forget about trivial things like that when he was kissing me. (Bella)
- Do you think I’ll ever get better at this? That my heart might someday stop trying to jump out of my chest whenever you touch me? (Bella)
- You know, I’ve never had much patience with Romeo. (Edward)
- Anyway, you don’t irritate the Volturi. Not unless you want to die—or whatever it is we do. (Edward)
- No matter what might ever happen to me, you are not allowed to hurt yourself! (Bella)
- I’ll never put you in danger again, so it’s a moot point. (Edward)
- Put me in danger! I thought we’d established that all the bad luck is my fault? (Bella)
- What if something did happen to you? Would you want me to go off myself? (Bella)
-If I develop this film, will you show up in the picture? (Bella)
-Sorry about this, Bella. We couldn’t rein Alice in. (Carlisle)
-I have to step out for a second. Don’t do anything funny while I’m gone. (Emmett)
-Dazed and disoriented, I looked up from the bright red blood pulsing out of my arm — into the fevered eyes of the six suddenly ravenous vampires. (Bella)
-Edward stood over me, still protective, still not breathing. (Bella)
-Well, that’s everyone. I can clear a room, at least. (Bella)
-I couldn’t imagine anyone, deity included, who wouldn’t be impressed by Carlisle. Besides, the only kind of heaven I could appreciate would have to include Edward. (Bella)
- I look at my… son. His strength, his goodness, the brightness that shines out of him—and it only fuels that hope, that faith, more than ever. How could there not be more for one such as Edward? (Carlisle)
- If you believed as he did. Could you take away his soul? (Carlisle)
-If he’d asked me whether I would risk my soul for Edward, the reply would be obvious. But would I risk Edward’s soul? I pursed my lips unhappily. That wasn’t a fair exchange. (Bella)
- Tonight is exactly the kind of thing that he fears the most. You being put in danger, because of what we are. (Carlisle)
- Carlisle sews faster than any other doctor I’ve had. (Bella)
- Charlie was never surprised to see me bandaged. (Bella)
-Bella, you gave yourself a paper cut — that hardly deserves the death penalty. (Edward)
- Don’t try to take any of this on yourself, Bella. It will only make me more disgusted with myself. (Edward)
- I’d rather die than be with anyone but you. (Bella)
-You can’t have it both ways—either you want people to ignore your birthday or you don’t. One or the other. (Edward)
-He smiled my favorite crooked smile, and then he disappeared into the darkness. (Bella)
- You’re greedy tonight. (Edward)
- You’re overestimating my self-control. (Edward)
- Which is tempting you more, my blood or my body? (Bella)
-The guilt made my head bow and my shoulders slump. I’d run them out of their home, just like Rosalie and Emmett. I was a plague. (Bella)
-Surely Edward could wait a year. What was a year to an immortal? It didn’t even seem like that much to me. (Bella)
-Maybe I just wasn’t in the mood for normal human behavior today. (Bella)
-Edward looked just as beautiful as he did in real life, staring at me out of the picture with the warm eyes I’d missed for the past few days. It was almost uncanny that anyone could look so… so… beyond description. No thousand words could equal this picture. (Bella)
-The contrast between the two of us was painful. He looked like a god. I looked very average, even for a human, almost shamefully plain. (Bella)
- He smiled my favorite crooked smile, but it was wrong. It didn’t reach his eyes. (Bella)
- I don’t care! You can have my soul. I don’t want it without you—it’s yours already! (Bella)
- You… don’t… want me? (Bella)
-Of course, I’ll always love you… in a way. But what happened the other night made me realize that it’s time for a change. Because I’m… tired of pretending to be something I’m not, Bella. I am not human. (Edward)
-You’re not good for me, Bella. (Edward)
-I promise that this will be the last time you’ll see me. I won’t come back. I won’t put you through anything like this again. You can go on with your life without any more interference from me. It will be as if I’d never existed. (Edward)
- Don’t worry. You’re human—your memory is no more than a sieve. Time heals all wounds for your kind. (Edward)
-Well, I won’t forget. But my kind… we’re very easily distracted. (Edward)
-With shaky legs, ignoring the fact that my action was useless, I followed him into the forest. The evidence of his path had disappeared instantly. There were no footprints, the leaves were still again, but I walked forward without thinking. I could not do anything else. I had to keep moving. If I stopped looking for him, it was over. Love, life, meaning… over. (Bella)
- No, I don’t think she’s hurt. She just keeps saying ‘He’s gone.’ (Sam)
-The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface. (Bella)
-I didn’t know much about psychoanalysis, but I was pretty sure that it didn’t work unless the subject was relatively honest. Sure, I could tell the truth—if I wanted to spend the rest of my life in a padded cell. (Bella)
-I don’t think I can live through seeing you try harder. I’ve never seen anyone trying so hard. It hurts to watch. (Charlie)
- The scene kept cutting between the horrified face of the heroine, and the dead, emotionless face of her pursuer, back and forth as it closed the distance. And I realized which one resembled me the most. (Bella)
- I sat down on the bench outside the theater door and tried very hard not to think of the irony. But it was ironic, all things considered, that, in the end, I would wind up as a zombie. I hadn’t seen that one coming. (Bella)
-It was depressing to realize that I wasn’t the heroine anymore, that my story was over. (Bella)
- It was inevitable that I would have nightmares, but they wouldn’t be about zombies. (Bella)
-Are you crazy? Are you suicidal? (Jessica)
-Option one: I was crazy. That was the layman’s term for people who heard voices in their heads. Possible. (Bella)
- What were you thinking? You don’t know them—they could have been psychopaths! (Jessica)
-Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk. (Bella)
- As if he’d never existed? That was insanity. It was a promise that he could never keep, a promise that was broken as soon as he’d made it. (Bella)
-Reckless in Forks—now there was a hopeless proposition. (Bella)
-To be reckless in Forks would take a lot of creativity—maybe more than I had. But I wished I could find some way… I might feel better if I weren’t holding fast, all alone, to a broken pact. (Bella)
-Who would want to ride a motorcycle here? It would be like taking a sixty-mile-per-hour bath. (Bella)
-I wanted to be stupid and reckless, and I wanted to break promises. Why stop at one? (Bella)
- I liked my truck very much, but Jacob seemed to consider the speed restrictions a shortcoming. (Bella)
-You grew again! (Bella)
- Wait a sec—are you legal yet? (Bella)
-Only a teenage boy would agree to this: deceiving both our parents while repairing dangerous vehicles using money meant for my college education. (Bella)
-Many of the words they used were unfamiliar to me, and I figured I’d have to have a Y chromosome to really understand the excitement. (Bella)
-I was enjoying myself—how strange. (Bella)
-I’m bankrolling this party. You just have to supply the labor and expertise. (Bella)
-So where to, Mr. Goodwrench? (Bella)
-It’s not my fault you’re a freak. (Bella)
- By the time we got back to La Push, I was twenty-three and he was thirty—he was definitely weighting skills in his favor. (Bella)
-I was beginning to get annoyed with myself. I might as well have been packed in Styrofoam peanuts through the last semester. (Bella)
- Had all the people she was habitually nasty to caught her behind the gym and scalped her? (Bella)
-Oh, joy. Bella’s back. (Lauren)
- I wasn’t sure what the hell I was doing here. Was I trying to push myself back into the zombie stupor? Had I turned masochistic—developed a taste for torture? (Bella)
-I guess I am taking advantage of your very underpriced mechanical skills. But as long as you let me come over, I’ll be here. (Bella)
- Here’s to responsibility. Twice a week. (Jacob)
- They’re just cliff diving, Bella. Recreation. La Push doesn’t have a mall, you know. (Jacob)
-Sometimes you’re a little strange, Bella. Do you know that? (Jacob)
- I swear, they’re like hall monitors gone bad. (Jacob)
- I threw my arms around him instinctively, wrapping them around his waist and pressing my face against his chest. He was so big, I felt like I was a child hugging a grown-up. (Bella)
- This didn’t feel anything like the last time someone had embraced me this way. This was friendship. And Jacob was very warm. (Bella)
-If this is how you’re going to react, I’ll freak out more often. (Jacob)
- It’s hard to believe I’m two years older than you. You make me feel like a dwarf. (Bella)
- Let’s not start with the albino cracks. (Bella)
-That doesn’t sound right. Aren’t both brakes kind of important? (Bella)
-This had to be it, the recipe for a hallucination—adrenaline plus clanger plus stupidity. Something close to that, anyway. (Bella)
- Why are you apologizing for bleeding? (Jacob)
- I’m an easy bleeder. It’s not nearly as dire as it looks. (Bella)
-Racing down the road like that had been amazing. The feel of the wind in my face, the speed and the freedom… it reminded me of a past life, flying through the thick forest without a road, piggyback while he ran—I stopped thinking right there, letting the memory break off in the sudden agony. (Bella)
-Charlie seemed to buy my story about falling in Jacob’s garage. After all, it wasn’t like I hadn’t been able to land myself in the ER before with no more help than my own feet. (Bella)
- As always, Jacob was game for anything I wanted. No matter how strange it was. (Bella)
-Bears don’t want to eat people. We don’t taste that good. Of course, you might be an exception. I bet you’d taste good. (Jacob)
-I was like a lost moon—my planet destroyed in some cataclysmic, disaster-movie scenario of desolation—that continued, nevertheless, to circle in a tight little orbit around the empty space left behind, ignoring the laws of gravity. (Bella)
-So are you going to be my Valentine? Since you didn’t get me a fifty-cent box of candy, it’s the least you can do. (Jacob)
- I’m in the mood for action. Bring on the blood and guts! (Bella)
- I’m giving up—I can’t top this one. So you win. You’re oldest. (Bella)
- I told him you were planning to corrupt my youthful innocence. (Jacob)
- How was I ever going to fight the blurring lines in our relationship when I enjoyed being with him so much? (Bella)
-What a marshmallow. You should hold out for someone with a stronger stomach. Someone who laughs at the gore that makes weaker men vomit. (Jacob)
-As long as you like me the best. And you think I’m good-looking—sort of. I’m prepared to be annoyingly persistent. (Jacob)
-The pin’s out of the grenade for me, now, eh? (Jacob)
- Do you honestly expect me to remember where all my scars come from? (Bella)
- I waited for the memory to hit—to open the gaping hole. But, as it so often did, Jacob’s presence kept me whole. (Bella)
- He deserved better than that—better than a one-room, falling-down fixer-upper. No amount of investment on his part could put me back in working order. (Bella)
-How much I wished that Jacob Black had been born my brother, my flesh-and -blood brother, so that I would have some legitimate claim on him that still left me free of any blame now. (Bella)
-I’d give Billy a week, I decided, before I got pushy. A week was generous. (Bella)
- I wasn’t really listening to his warnings; I was much more upset by the situation with Jacob than by the possibility of being eaten by a bear. (Bella)
- It was ridiculous that I should be so elated because a vampire knew my name. (Bella)
-I’m surprised they left you behind. Weren’t you sort of a pet of theirs? (Laurent)
- Was I nor in the worst danger imaginable? The motorcycle was safe as kittens next to this. (Bella)
- I was beginning to babble. I had to work to shut myself up. (Bella)
-I’m quite thirsty, and you do smell… simply mouthwatering. (Laurent)
- His name burst through all the walls I’d built to contain it. Edward, Edward, Edward. I was going to die. It shouldn’t matter if I thought of him now. Edward, I love you. (Bella)
-Granted, the wolf was monstrous in size, but it was just an animal. What reason would a vampire have for fearing an animal? (Bella)
- I guessed that, between the two choices before me, being eaten by wolves was almost certainly the worse option. (Bella)
-At least I’d come here alone, to this fairytale meadow filled with dark monsters. At least Jacob wasn’t going to die, too. At least I wouldn’t have his death on my hands. (Bella)
- What was with the Quileutte boys? Were they feeding them experimental growth hormones? (Bella)
-Jacob didn’t want to be a part of this… cult. I don’t understand what could change him. I don’t want to be next. (Quil)
-There was a darkness in Jacob now. Like my sun had imploded. (Bella)
-More than anything, I wanted to be fierce and deadly, someone no one would dare mess with. Someone who would scare Sam Uley silly. I wanted to be a vampire. (Bella)
-If you want to blame someone, why don’t you point your finger at those filthy, reeking bloodsuckers that you love so much? (Jacob)
- I’m not good enough to be your friend anymore, or anything else. I’m not what I was before. I’m not good. (Jacob)
- I’d thought Jake had been healing the hole in me—or at least plugging it up, keeping it from hurting me so much. I’d been wrong. He’d just been carving out his own hole, so that I was now riddled through like Swiss cheese. I wondered why I didn’t crumble into pieces. (Bella)
-Sam Uley says Jacob can’t be my friend anymore. (Bella)
-When did you ever promise to kill yourself falling out of Charlie’s tree? (Bella)
- A wide grin spread slowly across Jacob’s face; he seemed extremely pleased with himself. It wasn’t the grin that I knew and loved—it was a new grin, one that was a bitter mockery of his old sincerity, on the new face that belonged to Sam. (Bella)
-For me, this was all essentially voluntary. I protected the Cullens’ secret out of love; unrequited, but true. For Jacob, it didn’t seem to be that way. (Bella)
-I won’t lose you, Bella. Not for this. (Jacob)
-What kind of a place was this? Could a world really exist where ancient legends went wandering around the borders of tiny, insignificant towns, facing down mythical monsters? Did this mean every impossible fairy tale was grounded somewhere in absolute truth? Was there anything sane or normal at all, or was everything just magic and ghost stories? (Bella)
-Wasn’t one myth enough for anyone, enough for a lifetime? (Bella)
- Jacob, the only human I’d ever been able to relate to…And he wasn’t even human. I fought the urge to scream again.What did this say about me? (Bella)
-There was no cult. There had never been a cult, never been a gang. No, it was much worse than that. It was a pack. A pack of five mind-blowingly gigantic, multihued werewolves that had stalked right past me in Edward’s meadow… (Bella)
-You aren’t turning into a tree-hugger on me, are you? (Charlie)
-Jacob was my best friend, but was he a monster, too? A real one? A bad one? Should I warn him, if he and his friends were… were murderers? If they were out slaughtering innocent hikers in cold blood? If they were truly creatures from a horror movie in every sense, would it be wrong to protect them? (Bella)
-It was bad enough that my best friend was a werewolf. Did he have to be a monster, too? (Bella)
-Could you… well, try to not be a… werewolf? (Bella)
- Well, I’m so sorry that I can’t be the right kind of monster for you, Bella. I guess I’m just not as great as a bloodsucker, am I? (Jacob)
-You really, honestly don’t mind that I morph into a giant dog? (Jacob)
-Bella, honey, we only protect people from one thing—our one enemy. It’s the reason we exist—because they do. (Jacob)
-Vampires don’t count as people. (Jacob)
-I’m nothing but a human, after all. Nothing special. (Bella)
-It was just luck that she hadn’t found me yet—just luck and five teenage werewolves. (Bella)
-I’m sort of used to weird by this point, you know. (Bella)
-When I… changed, it was the most… horrible, the most terrifying thing I’ve ever been through—worse than anything I could have imagined. (Jacob)
-Who’s afraid of the big, bad wolf? (Jacob)
- I’m sure the leech-lover is just dying to help us out! (Paul)
-Well, the wolf’s out of the bag now. (Embry)
-I bet she’s tougher than that. She runs with vampires. (Embry)
- Like you saw just now, hanging out around werewolves has its risks. (Embry)
- So, you’re the vampire girl. (Emily)
-Bella is not bait. (Jacob)
-Hunting vampires is fun. It’s the best part of this whole mess. (Jacob)
-When I dreamed, I stood in the forest again, but I didn’t wander. I was holding Emily’s scarred hand as we faced into the shadows and waited anxiously for our werewolves to come home. (Bella)
- Last spring break, I’d been hunted by a vampire, too. I hoped this wasn’t some kind of tradition forming. (Bella)
-Who wants to be a nightmare, a monster? (Jacob)
-We’re a pretty messed-up pair, aren’t we? Neither one of us can hold our shape together right. (Jacob)
-Jake could say what he wanted about us being a messed-up pair—I was the one who was truly messed up. I made the werewolf seem downright normal. (Bella)
- Look, do you mind saving the stupid stuff for when I’m around? I won’t be able to concentrate if I think you’re jumping off cliffs behind my back. (Jacob)
- I can’t go back. Treaty or no treaty, that’s my enemy in there. (Jacob)
-Bye, Bella. I really hope you don’t die. (Jacob)
-I’d forgotten how hard she was; it was like running headlong into a wall of cement. (Bella)
-He was a fool to think you could survive alone. I’ve never seen anyone so prone to life-threatening idiocy. (Alice)
-Your best friend is a werewolf? (Bella)
-Edward was right—you’re a magnet for danger. Weren’t you supposed to be staying out of trouble? (Alice)
-Leave it to you, Bella. Anyone else would be better off when the vampires left town. But you have to start hanging out with the first monsters you can find. (Alice)
-What did you think you were going to find? I mean, besides me dead? Did you expect to find me skipping around and whistling show tunes? You know me better than that. (Bella)
- It was night of the living dead around here. I still hear her screaming in her sleep… (Charlie)
- Well, run along now. Go tell Sam that the scary monsters aren’t coming to get you.
(Bella)
-Yeah, I’ll always be your friend. No matter what you love. (Jacob)
-Why does everyone keep doing that to me? I don’t smell! (Bella)
- Sam would be mad if I broke the treaty, and you probably wouldn’t like it too much if I killed your friend. (Jacob)
- It was easier when we were both human, wasn’t it? (Jacob)
-The prince was never coming back to kiss me awake from my enchanted sleep. I was not a princess, after all. So what was the fairy-tale protocol for other kisses? The mundane kind that didn’t break any spells? (Bella)
- We may already be too late. I saw him going to the Volturi… and asking to die. (Alice)
-If he gives into his more theatrical tendencies… we might have time. (Alice)
- There’s a very good chance that they will eliminate us all—though in your case it won’t be punishment so much as dinnertime. (Alice)
-The sense of deja vu was nearly stifling by this point. At least, unlike the last time—when I’d run away from Forks to escape thirsty vampires rather than to find them—I wouldn’t have to say goodbye to Charlie in person. (Bella)
- You don’t get a lot of suicidal vampires. (Alice)
- You know what. If we’re too late for Edward, I’m going to do my damnedest to get you back to Charlie, and I don’t want any trouble from you. Do you understand that? (Alice)
-You are so bizarre, even for a human. (Alice)
-The image of Edward in the meadow—glowing, shimmering like his skin was made of a million diamond facets—was burned into my memory. No human who saw that would ever forget. (Bella)
-How strongly are you opposed to grand theft auto? (Alice)
-Sheesh, Alice. Could you pick a more conspicuous car to steal? (Bella)
-Try not to trip. We don’t have time for a concussion today. (Alice)
- I wasn’t going to make it. I was stupid and slow and human, and we were all going to die because of it. (Bella)
- You smell just exactly the same as always. So maybe this is hell. I don’t care. I’ll take it. (Edward)
- In summary, she did jump off a cliff, but she wasn’t trying to kill herself. Bella’s all about the extreme sports these days. (Alice)
-I love a happy ending. They are so rare. (Aro)
-If I hadn’t smelled her through your memories, I wouldn’t have
believed the call of anyone’s blood could be so strong. I’ve never felt
anything like it myself. Most of us would trade much for such a gift,
and yet you… (Aro)
- I haven’t seen a prospective talent so promising since we found
Jane and Alec. Can you imagine the possibilities when she is one of us?
(Aro)
-If she betrays our secrets, are you prepared to destroy her? I think not. (Caius)
- Was it really such a loathsome idea? Would he rather die than change me? I felt like I’d been kicked in the stomach. (Bella)
- I think she’s having hysterics. Maybe you should slap her. (Alice)
-They have a name for someone who smells the way Bella does to me. They call her my singer—because her blood sings for me. (Edward)
-It was heaven—right smack in the middle of hell. (Bella)
-You will never put me through that again. (Esme)
-I’m so very sorry, Bella. I feel wretched about every part of this, and so grateful that you were brave enough to go save my brother after what I did. Please say you’ll forgive me. (Rosalie)
-It took less than half a second for me to realize that, as long as I was truly insane now, I might as well enjoy the delusions while they were pleasant. (Bella)
- I’m dead, right? I did drown. Crap, crap, crap! This is gonna kill Charlie. (Bella)
- If I was in hell, you wouldn’t be with me. (Bella)
-You should probably know that I’m breaking the rules right now. Well, not technically, since he said I was never to walk through his door again, and I came in the window… But, still, the intent was clear. (Edward)
-The odds are always stacked against us. Mistake after mistake. I’ll never criticize Romeo again. (Edward)
-I thought I’d explained it clearly before. Bella, I can’t live in a world where you don’t exist. (Edward)
-After all the thousand times I’ve told you I love you, how could you let one word break your faith in me? (Edward)
-I could see it in your eyes, that you honestly believed that I didn’t want you anymore. The most absurd, ridiculous concept—as if there were any way that I could exist without needing you! (Edward)
- His mouth was on mine then, and I couldn’t fight him. Not because he was so many thousand times stronger than me, but because my will crumbled into dust the second our lips met. (Bella)
-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. (Edward)
- My heart hasn’t beat in almost ninety years, but this was different. It was like my heart was gone—like I was hollow. Like I’d left everything that was inside me here with you. (Edward)
-My problems are a lot worse that a handful of adolescent wolves getting themselves into trouble. (Bella)
-I cannot be without you, but I will not destroy your soul. (Edward)
-You will always be the most beautiful thing in my world. Of course… If you outgrew me—if you wanted something more—I would understand that, Bella. I promise I wouldn’t stand in your way if you wanted to leave me. (Edward)
-This isn’t just about you anymore. You’re not the center of the universe, you know. If you’re going to bring the Volturi down on us over something as stupid as leaving me human, then your family ought to have a say. (Bella)
-I’ll earn your trust back somehow. It’s my final act. (Edward)
-I don’t mean that I have any aversion to you as a sister. It’s just that… this is not the life I would have chosen for myself. I wish there had been someone there to vote no for me. (Rosalie)
-You’ve chosen not to live without her, and that doesn’t leave me a choice. (Carlisle)
-Thank you. For wanting to keep me. I feel exactly the same way about all of you, too. (Bella)
-Seriously, Bella! I don’t have any idea how to not kill you. (Alice)
- You’re wounding my ego, Bella. I just proposed to you, and you think it’s a joke. (Edward)
-Well, I’m nearly a hundred and ten. It’s time I settled down. (Edward)
-Because she’d rather you became one of the eternal damned than get married. (Edward)
-So eager for eternal damnation. (Edward)
-The fairy tale was back on. Prince returned, bad spell broken. I wasn’t sure exactly what to do about the leftover, unresolved character. Where was his happily ever after?Charlie… is probably not going to kill you, but he’s thinking about it. (Bella)
-The sting of betrayal washed through me. I had trusted Jacob implicitly—trusted him with every single secret I had. He was supposed to be my safe harbor—the person I could always rely on. (Bella)
-Let me go! I’m going to murder him! Traitor! (Bella)
-I’m already grounded! Why do you think I haven’t been down to La Push to kick your butt for avoiding my phone calls? (Bella)
-Thank you. I will never be able to tell you how grateful I am. I will owe you for the rest of my existence rest of my… existence. (Edward)
- I’m a quick learner, Jacob Black, and I don’t make the same mistake twice. I’m here until she orders me away. (Edward)
-The only thing that Jacob would want from Edward would be his absence. (Bella)
-Charlie might just send me to military school. But that won’t keep me away from Edward. There’s nothing that can do that. (Bella)
- The treaty is quite specific. If any of them bite a human, the truce is over. Bite, not kill. (Jacob)
-I knew that last glimpse of his face would haunt me until I saw him smile again. (Bella)
- Edward was here, with his arms around me. I could face anything as long as that was true. I squared my shoulders and walked forward to meet my fate, with my destiny solidly at my side. (Bella)
