The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.

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

Push the needle into some middle range of guarded optimism.

I think there are a lot more important things than art in the world. But not to me.

I have found in life that everything, no matter how bad, comes to an end.

When things are not working for us, instead of fighting and struggling, we need to say, "What's happening here? How am I not being true to who I am? What is pulling me away from my purpose?"

Literature is by definition opinionated. It is bound to provoke the arguments in many quarters, not excluding the hometown or even the family of the author.

I mean, the general rule is if you're not prepared to make a mistake, you're not going to make much progress.

You've got to make choices that make sense for you because there's always going to be somebody who'll think you should do something differently.

Everyone picks the best one when given a choice.

If the history of the 20th Century proved anything, it proved that however bad things were, human ingenuity could usually find a way to make them worse.

Tis hard with respect to Beauty, that its possessor should not have a life enjoyment of it, but be compelled to resign it after, at the most, some forty years lease