Twilight

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

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 decided as long as I'm going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him-and I didn’t know how potent that part might be-that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you

Twilight, again. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.

Don't be self-conscious, if I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I'm not ashamed of it.

When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.

I said it would be better if we weren’t friends, not that I didn’t want to be.

What if I'm not a superhero. What if I'm the bad guy?

You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever.

The right thing isn't always real obvious. Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else. So...good luck figuring that out.

You’re still waiting for the running and the screaming, aren’t you?

I am not really breaking any rules. Charlie said I could never take another step through the door again... I came in through the window... Still, the intent was clear," said Edward.

And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.

So, did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what? I've never seen him act like that.

It's twilight. It’s the safest time of day for us. The easiest time. But also the saddest, in a way...the end of another day, the return of the night. Darkness is so predictable, don’t you think?

I know love and lust don't always keep the same company.

So what you're saying is, I'm your brand of heroin?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood. He smiled swiftly, seeming to appreciate my effort. "Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.

I can feel what you’re feeling now — and you are worth it.

No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.

And you're worried, not because you're headed to meet a houseful of vampires, but because you think those vampires won't approve of you, correct?” “That's right,” I answered immediately, hiding my surprise at his casual use of the word. He shook his head. “You're incredible.

You're intoxicated by my very presence.

What is she to me? Except a menace — a danger you’ve chosen to inflict on all of us.