I saw a man clothed with rags. . . a book in his hand, and a great burden upon his back.
Edward's only human Bella. He's going to react like any other boy.
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
The last decisive energy of a rational courage which confides in the Supreme Power is very sublime. It makes a man who intrepidly dares every thing that can oppose or attack him within the sphere of mortality-who will press toward his object while death is impending over him-who would retain his purpose unshaken amidst the ruins of the world.
If you have an opportunity to use your voice you should use it.
Aggression only breeds more aggression. It only creates more fear and anger.
We don't need to complicate all the "reasons" behind our emotions. It's much simpler than that. Two categories. . good feelings, bad feelings.