Stephenie Meyer

You’ll always be my Bella, you’ll just be a little more durable.

She’s one of us now.”

No matter what side I’m on, if someone kisses you without your permission, you should be able to make your feelings clear without hurting yourself.

My heart is just as silent,” he mused. “And it, too, is yours.

I promise to love you forever—every single day of forever. Will you marry me?”

“I’ll be your friend, Bella,” he said quietly. “I won’t ask for more than that.”

“I used to think of you that way, you know. Like the sun. My personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me.”

“The worst part is that I saw the whole thing—our whole life. And I want it bad, Jake, I want it all. I want to stay right here and never move. I want to love you and make you happy. And I can’t, and it’s killing me. It’s like Sam and Emily, Jake—I never had a choice. I always knew nothing would change. Maybe that’s why I was fighting against you so hard.”

Love you, Jacob.”
He laughed lightly. “Love you more.”

“‘I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!’