“Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars, points of light and reason. ...And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason, for anything.”
“Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.”
“The bond forged between us was not one that could be broken by absence, distance, or time. And no matter how much more special or beautiful or brilliant or perfect than me he might be, he was as irreversibly altered as I was. As I would always belong to him, so would he always be mine.”
“Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.”
“I honestly have no idea how to live without you.”
“After all the thousand times I’ve told you I love you, how could you let one word break your faith in me?...I could see it in your eyes, that you honestly believed that I didn’t want you anymore. The most absurd, ridiculous concept—as if there were any way that I could exist without needing you!”
“You’re not asleep, and you’re not dead. I’m here, and I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didn’t want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.”
“What a marshmallow. You should hold out for someone with a stronger stomach. Someone who laughs at the gore that makes weaker men vomit.”
“I promise that this will be the last time you’ll see me. I won’t come back. I won’t put you through anything like this again. You can go on with your life without any more interference from me. It will be as if I’d never existed.”
“Well, I'm so sorry that I can't be the right kind of monster for you, Bella.”
“What happens when you lose your heart's desire?”
“Now and then I see something in her eyes, and I wonder if I’ve ever grasped how much pain she’s really in.”
“love gave someone the power to break you.
I'd been broken beyond repair.”
“Sometimes you have to learn to love what's good for you.”
“I think she's having hysterics. Maybe you should slap her.”
“His skin was a pretty colour, it made me jealous.
Jacob noticed my scrutiny.
What?" he asked, suddenly self-conscious.
"Nothing. I just hadn't realised before. Did you know, you're sort of beautiful?"
Once the words slipped out, I worried that he might take my implusive observation the wrong way.
But Jacob rolled his eyes. "You hit your head pretty hard, didn't you?"
Well, then, thanks. Sort of."
I grinned. "You're sort of welcome.”
“Romeo wouldn’t change his mind. That’s why people still remembered his name, always twined with hers”
“The part that kills me is that you already know. I already told you everything!”
“I'm not like a car you can fix up. I'm never gonna run right" Bella”
“It never made sense for you to love me.”
“She just keeps saying "He’s gone.”
“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.”
“Do you think I’ll ever get better at this? That my heart might someday stop trying to jump out of my chest whenever you touch me?”
“Only you could be more important than what I wanted...what I needed. What I want and what I need is to be with you, and I know I'll never be strong enough to leave again.”
“Love is irrational, I reminded myself. The more you loved someone, the less sense anything made.”
“They call her my singer—because her blood sings for me.”
“Speaking of which, would you like to explain to me how you’re alive”
“Sometimes, loyalty gets in the way of what you want to do. Sometimes, it’s not your secret to tell.”
“Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear.”
“I wondered how long it could last. Maybe someday, years from now.If the pain would decrease to the point where I could bear it.I would be able to look back on those few short months that would always be the best of my life.”
“When stupidity reaches its highest level, we act rubbish knowingly”
“But whatever he spoke he knew would be but another name for the wildness that he sought. It was a freedom and a goodness, a hope and a vigor that he perceived to underlie all the familiar things of his life, which were not free or good or hopeful or vigorous. What he sought was the source and preserver of his world, a world which seemed to turn ever in fear away from its source, rather than search it out, as the prairie grass around him sent down its fibered roots into the rich dark dampness, the Wildness, and thereby renewed itself, year after year.”
“No one has expressed what is needed better than Abdel Rahman al-Rashed, the general manager of the London-based al-Arabiya news channel. One of the best-known and most respected Arab journalists working today, he wrote the following, in Al-Sharq Al-Awsat (September 6, 2004), after a series of violent incidents involving Muslim extremist groups from Chechnya to Saudi Arabia to Iraq: "Self-cure starts with self-realization and confession. We should then run after our terrorist sons, in the full knowledge that they are the sour grapes of a deformed culture... The mosque used to be a haven, and the voice of religion used to be that of peace and reconciliation. Religious sermons were warm behests for a moral order and an ethical life. Then came the neo-Muslims. An innocent and benevolent religion, whose verses prohibit the felling of trees in the absence of urgent necessity, that calls murder the most heinous of crimes, that says explicitly that if you kill one person you have killed humanity as a whole, has been turned into a global message of hate and a universal war cry... We cannot clear our names unless we own up to the shameful fact that terrorism has become an Islamic enterprise; an almost exclusive monopoly, implemented by Muslim men and women. We cannot redeem our extremist youth, who commit all these heinous crimes, without confronting the Sheikhs who thought it ennobling to reinvent themselves as revolutionary ideologues, sending other people's sons and daughters to certain death, while sending their own children to European and American schools and colleges.”
“You see, art makes people think. Blok didn't want people to think. If that happened, they might have realized what was actually happening.”
“Everything was politics, and politics was ideology, and ideology came down to personal prejudices rather than the quest for truth.”
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