He squeezes my hand, and my heart punches against my ribs. It's just like pain, this pleasure.

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

Anger suffocates your mind, body and soul. The ability to love amidst anger is a true blessing and it transcends our existence!

a square is not just about light, air, proportion, and people. It must also give form to some shared notion of civic identity. [Michael Kimmelman, "Culture: Power of the Place"].

There comes a time when people get tired of being pushed out of the glittering sunlight of life's July and left standing amid the piercing chill of an alpine November.

There is a beauty that arises from withholding judgment and evading comparison, a grace in not demanding consensus.

I just don't think we should go hellfire damnation around the globe freeing people, unless it is directly related to our own national security.

Public education has served as a check on the power of parents, and this is another powerful reason for maintaining it.

I like the feeling of feeling my feelings.

... the actual and physical conduct of an experiment must govern the statistical procedure of its interpretation.

In order to arrive at what you are not, you must go through the way in which you are not.

Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love. It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air.