Eclipse

"Did you seriously just stamp your foot? I thought girls only did that on TV."

"You know I love you right?"
"I know," he breathed, his arm tightening automatically around my waist. "You know how much I wish it was enough."

"You are safe inside your mind. No one can reach you there."

"Edward spoke in a voice so peaceful and gentle that it made the words strangely more threatening. "I'm not going to kill you now, because it would upset Bella."
"Hmph," I grumbled.
Edward turned slightly to throw me a quick smile. His face was still calm. "It would bother you in the morning," he said, brushing his fingers across my cheek.
The he turned back to Jacob. "But if you ever bring her back damaged again--and I don't care whose fault it is; I don't care if she merely trips, or if a meteor falls out of the sky and hits her in the head--if you return her to me in less than the perfect condition that I left her in, you will be running with three legs. Do you understand that, mongrel?"
Jacob rolled his eyes.
"Who's going back?" I muttered.
Edward continued as if he hadn't heard me. "And if you ever kiss her again, I wiil break your jaw for her," he promised, his voice still gentle and velvet deadly.
"What if she wants me to?" Jacob drawled, arrogant.
"Hah!" I snorted.
"If that's what she wants, then I won't object." Edward shrugged, untroubled. "You might want to wait for her to say it, rather than trust your interpretation of body language-but it's your face."
Jacob grinned.
"You wish," I grumbled.
"Yes, he does," Edward murmured.
"Well, if you're done rummaging through my head," Jacob said with a think edge of annoyance, "why don't you go take care of her hand?"
"One more thing," Edward said slowly. "I'll be fighting for her, too. You should know that. I'm not taking anything for granted, and I'll be fighting twice as hard as you will."
"Good," Jacob growled. "it's no fun beating someone who forfeits."
"She is mine." Edward's low voice was suddenly dark, not as composed as before, "I did't say I would fight fair."
"Neither did I."
"Best of luck."
Jacob nodded. "Yes, may the best man win."
"That sounds about right...pup.

"Isabella Swan?" He looked up at me through his impossibly long lashes, his golden eyes soft but, somehow, still scorching.
"I promise to love you forever, every single day of forever. Will you marry me?"
There were many things I wanted to say, some of them not nice at all, and others more disgustingly gooey and romantic than he probably dreamed I was capable of. Rather than embarrass myself with either, I whispered, "Yes"
"Thank you," he said simply. He took my left hand and kissed each of my fingertips before he kissed the ring that was now mine.

"I'm really glad Edward didn't kill you. Everything's so much more fun with you around."

You know, Jacob, if it weren't for the fact that we're natural enemies and that you're also trying to steal away the reason for my existence, I might actually like you."

"How can a little thing be so annoying? I was just wondering why you stabbed him. Not that I object."

"Edward Cullen If we could bottle your luck, we'd have a weapon of mass destruction on our hands."

"I told you I didn't want to fight with Charlie."
"Nobody said that you had to."
I glowered at him. "I can't help myself when he gets all bossy like that: my natural teenage instincts overpower me."

"There really is something irresistible about a lost cause. What is a valid reason for someone to love someone else? Since apparently I'm doing it wrong."

"There s a difference between being in love and being in love with the idea of love."

"I believe that. But I want you to know something: when it comes to all this enemies nonsense, I'm out. I am a neutral country. I am Switzerland. I refuse to be affected by territorial disputes between mythical creatures. Jacob is family. You are . . . well, not exactly the love of my life, because I expect to love you for much longer than that. The love of my existence. I don't care who's a werewolf and who's a vampire. If Angela turns out to be a witch, she can join the party, too."

"History was easy, but I don't know about the Calculus. It seemed like it was making sense, so that probably means I failed."

"But... when I left you, Bella, I left you bleeding. Jacob was the one to stitch you back up again. That was bound to leave it's mark - on both of you. I'm not sure those kinds of stitches dissolve on their own. I can't blame either of you for something I made necessary. I may gain forgiveness, but that doesn't let me escape the consequences.

The Last Song

The pieces all fit together. Yet everything was falling apart.

When I was seventeen, I don't think I even knew what love was. But when it's right, it's right, and you just know it.

Strange, what being forced to slow down could do to a person. you have to love something before you can hate it.

"Mom says it's because she has PMS."
"Do you even know what that means?"
"I'm not a little kid anymore. It means pissed-at- men syndrome "

Sometimes you have to be apart from people you love, but that doesn't make you love them any less. Sometimes you love them more.

Seduce Me at Sunrise

: Amelia told me once about a suspicion she'd had for a while. It bothered her quite a bit. She said that Win and I had fallen ill with scarlet fever, and you made the deadly nightshade syrup, you'd concocted gar more than was necessary. And you kept a cup on it on Win's nightstand, like some sort of macabre nightcap. Amelia said that if Win had died, she thought you would have taken the rest of that poison. And I've always hated you for that. Because you forced me to stay alive without the woman I loved, while you had no bloody hell intention of doing the same."
Merripen didn't answer, gave no sign that he registered Leo's words.
"Christ, man," Leo said huskily. "If you had the bollocks to die with her, don't you think you could work up the courage to live with her?

: The worst part about loving someone, Merripen, is that there will always be things you can't protect her from. Things beyond your control. You finally realize there is something worse than dying . . . and that is having something hap­pen to her. You have to live with that fear always. But you have to take the bad part, if you want the good part."
Kev looked at him bleakly. "What's the good part?"
A smile touched Cam's lips. "All the rest of it is the good part," he said, and went.

: Win," Leo said, "you'll burn the house down, just after it's been rebuilt. Give me the bloody matchbox."
She shook her head resolutely.
Are we starting a new springtime ritual?" Leo demanded. "The annual burning-of-the-manse?"

: "Come to your senses, Win". A weak but steady throb lay beneath Kev's searching fingertips. Win's heartbeat...the pulse that sustained his universe.

: I am running after you, and life, in desperate pursuit.  My dream is that someday you will both turn and let me catch you.  That dream carries me through every night...

: I have enclosed a hundred kisses in this letter. You must count them out carefully and not lose any.

: I love you, he thought, looking at Win.  I love every part of you, every thought and word...the entire complex, fascinating bundle of all the things you are. I want you with ten different kinds of need at once.  I love all the seasons of you, the way you are now, the thought of how much more beautiful you'll be in the decades to come. I love you for being the answer to every question my heart could ask.

: Glaring at the doctor, Kev spoke in Romany. "Ka xlia ma pe tute." (I'm going to shit on you.)
Which means," Rohan said hastily, " 'Please forgive the misunderstanding; let's part as friends.'"
Te malavel les i menkiva," Kev added for good mea­sure. (May you die of a malignant wasting disease.)
Roughly translated," Rohan said, "that means, 'May your garden be filled with fine, fat hedgehogs.' Which, I may add, is considered quite a blessing among the Rom.

: All the fires of hell could burn for a thousand years and it wouldn't equal what I feel for you in one minute of the day. I love you so much there is no pleasure in it. Nothing but torment. Because if I could dilute what I feel for you to the mil­lionth part, it would still be enough to kill you. And even if it drives me mad, I would rather see you live in the arms of that cold, soulless bastard than die in mine.",

: And it seemed so easy, once he capitulated. It seemed natural and right.

: Kev wasn't certain if he was surrendering to Win or to his own passion for her. Only that there was no more holding back. He would take her. And he would give her everything he had, every part of his soul, even the broken pieces.

: I'm not good enough for you. But no one is. And most men, good or bad, have limits to what they would do, even for someone they love. I have none. No God, no moral code, no faith in anything. Except you. You're my religion. I would do anything you asked. I would fight, steal, kill for you."

: But no one can predict of a certainty what will happen.  And none of it will change how I intend to spend the rest of my life.  I will live it on my terms.  And you... you can have all of me or nothing.  I won't be an invalid any longer.  Not even if it means losing you.

: "...You're not suited for this Merripen. You can't hold your liquor worth a damn. And unlike people such as me, who become quite amicable when they drink, you turn into a vile-tempered troll."  Leo paused considering how best to provoke him.  "Liquor brings out one's true inner nature, they say.

: Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.

: despite his fear of heights, had often climbed a ladder to wash the second floor window for her. He had wanted her view of the outside world to be clear.
He had said the sky should always be blue for her.

: It's a strange life, isn't it? ...A Rom with no tribe. No matter how hard you look, you can never find a home. Because to us, home is not a building or a tent or a vardo... home is a family.  

Itazura Na Kiss

But, a person’s heart doesn’t always go the way you want it to.

Twilight (The Mediator, #6)

It will hurt. Because deep down, I'll know there was someone.. someone I was supposed to have met. Only I'll never meet him. I'll go through my whole life waiting for him to come along, only he never will. What kind of life is that?

Saiunkoko Monogatari

Make up is a woman’s battle armor. When you are heading into battle, make sure to wear it. If you do, you’ll never cry. If you cry your make up will fall apart. Regardless of how light the make up, the result will be disgraceful. So regardless of how difficult things are, you absolutely will not cry. You are going aren’t you? To fight. 

Even if you climb onto the same stage as men, you are not to become a man. You’re going to do, as a woman, what men can’t do.

The Choice

     How far should a person go in the name of true love?

     He often felt that too many people lived their lives acting and pretending,wearing masks and losing themselves in the process.

     I guess what I'm trying to say is that you two make me believe that true love really exists.  And that even the darkest hours can't take that away.

     He felt as though he were failing in practically every area of his life. Lately, happiness seemed as distant and unattainable to him as space travel. He hadn't always felt this way. There had been a long period of time during which he remembered being very happy. But things change. People change. Change was one of the inevitable laws of nature, exacting its toll on people's lives. Mistakes are made, regrets form, and all that was left were repercussions that made something as simple as rising from the bed seem almost laborious.

     How far would you go to keep the hope of love alive?

     That's the thing about being the product of happily marries parents, You grow up thinking the fairy tale is real, and more than that, you think you're entitled to live it. So far, though, it wasn't working out as planned.

     You gotta know when to be lazy. Done correctly, it's am art form that benefits everyone.

     There were moments when it honestly seemed as if the world were conspiring against her.

     Where do I go from here?

     He'd lived long enough to know that everyone handled grief in different ways, and little by little, they all seemed to accept their new lives.