He was silent for a moment, staring out the window into the rain; I imagined he was contemplating the fact that his family's presence was turning the locals into giant dogs.

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

Love happens sublimely, serenely and accidentally! It will happen when you least expect it to!

...is impossible to specify what [consciousness] is, what it does, or why it evolved. Nothing worth reading has been written on it.

Spend some effort in figuring out why each decision did or did not pan out. Doing that systematically is key: really try to question the way you make decisions, and improve it.

Racing is the only time I feel whole.

Nietzsche ... combines, in effect, Christ's harsh sayings: 'let the dead bury their dead' and 'narrow is the way which leadeth unto life'.

There is only one real comfort and it’s not a feeling. It is the comfort of oneness.

Man will never reach the Moon, regardless of all future scientific advances.

There is no solution, for there is no problem.

We tend to lack humility toward love, to patronize it rather than bow before it, to put mundane considerations before the emotional need to hold someone in our arms.

But Love is the final reality; and anyone who does not understand this, be he writer or sage, is a man flawed in wisdom.