When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud, I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
It was all very childish. Why on earth should Edward have to leave for Jacob to come over? Weren't we past this immaturity?
My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?
I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.
Books have been thought of as windows to another world of imagination
It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.
You are. . . Well, not exactly the love of my life, because I expect to love you for much longer than that. The love of my existence. " -Bella
Methods are transient: personality is enduring.
The momentum of production keeps you from giving up, so it's really the editing and writing phases where things can look bleakest.
If we were logical, the future would be bleak, indeed. But we are more than logical. We are human beings, and we have faith, and we have hope, and we can work.
Because if it weren’t for me, Lena and Alex would never have been caught at all. I told on them. I was jealous.