I Gave You Life. You’re

My Old Mind Hadn’t Been Capable Of Holding This Much Love. My Old Heart Had Not Been Strong Enough To Bear It. Maybe This Was The Part Of Me That I’d Brought Forward To Be Intensified In My New Life. Like Carlisle’s Compassion And Esme’s Devotion. I Would Probably Never Be Able To Do Anything Interesting Or Special Like Edward, Alice, And Jasper Could Do. Maybe I Would Just Love Edward More Than Anyone In The History Of The World Had Ever Loved Anyone Else. I Could Live With That.

If We Could Bottle Your Luck, We'd Have A Weapon Of Mass Destruction On Our Hands.

You’ve Never Been A Teenager, Sweetie. You Know What’s Best For You.

It's Sad When You Can't Make Everyone Happy, Though. It's Impossible But, At The Same Time, You Still Hope. You Think, 'maybe I Can Do It,' But You Know You Can't. But Gosh, If I Had To Rely On Giving People What They Wanted, I Would Have Had To Write 40 Billion Different Books And Even Then, I Wouldn't Get It Right.

Is It Really Sick For Me To Be Happy Right Now?" I Asked. My Voice Broke Twice. He Didn't Push Me Away. He Pulled Me Tight Against His Ice-hard Chest, So Tight It Was Hard To Breathe, Even With My Lungs Securely Intact. "i Know Exactly What You Mean," He Whispered. "but We Have Lot Of Reasons To Be Happy. For One, We're Alive." "yes," I Agreed. "that's A Good One." "and Together," He Breathed. His Breath Was So Sweet It Made My Head Swim.