And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…" he murmured. I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word. "What a stupid lamb," I sighed. "What a sick, masochistic lion.

I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.

He sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse.

Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?" Jacob Black New Moon

Who are you and what have you done with my brother?

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?

You're not the center of the universe, you know.

I can't always be Lois Lane," I insisted. "I want to be Superman, too.

He's like a drug for you, Bella. I see that you can't live without him now. It's too late. But I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would have been the air, the sun.

There was no reason for Bella Swan to cross paths with me. She would be avoided like the plague she was.

My last night as Isabella Swan. Tomorrow night, I would be Bella Cullen. Though the whole marriage ordeal was a thorn in my side, I had to admit that I liked the sound of that. - bella swan

The world's biggest tree, the redwood tree was once a little nut that just kept growing regardless of weather.

In someone's darkest hour your simple act of kindness may imitate the sunrise, and to sad eyes you become their only source of light.

The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Catered by imperfections.

During the course of my research on #herbs mentioned in the #Bible, I found that #pomegranate is regarded as a wonder #fruit in many other.

Here is a list for you - things I want to do with you:Love youLaughMake love with youLaughCook with youEat youLove youLaughDrink great wineLove you, always.

Godliness, as well as the doctrine of our faith, is a mystery.

Always follow your path, or the road less travelled.

Sometimes, whether you like it or not, people elevate you. It's real easy to fall.

Civil war was not a mere strife for territory and dominion, but a contest of civilization against barbarism.

Russia, France, Germany and China. They revere their writers. America is still a frontier country that almost shudders at the idea of creative expression.