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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1ca5da1 | I was just thinking - today is the first and last day of forever. It's kind of hard to wrap my head around it. Even with all this extra room for wrapping. | breaking-dawn chapter-24 p-478 | Stephenie Meyer | |
| 7a56b66 | I missed the mother I'd never known and mourned for her suffering now. Perhaps there could be no joy on this planet without an equal weight of pain to balance it out on some unknown scale. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| bd0cb11 | and the smile I'd been waiting for stretched across his face like the sun breaking free of the clouds. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 3dbbe7b | I glared at him. "I may not die now... but I'm going to die sometime. Every minute of the day, I get closer. And I'm going to get old." | bella-swan twilight | Stephenie Meyer | |
| f44ebd2 | I had a secret that I was bound to protect but a secret that i was not to share. A secert that suddenly he knew all about. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 2c3e5a1 | After all I've seen, if I hadn't learned compassion, I wouldn't be worth much. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 93b9cbd | It's a strange world | the-host | Stephenie Meyer | |
| 3db60dc | Forever," he vowed, still a little staggered. "That's all I'm asking for," I said," | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 8c83254 | So, instead of panicking, I closed my eyes and spent the twenty minutes' drive with Edward. I imagined that I had stayed at the airport to meet Edward. I visualized how I would stand on my toes, the sooner to see his face. How quickly, how gracefully he would move through the crowds of people separating us. And then I would run to close those last few feet between us - reckless as always - and I would be in his marble arms, finally safe. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 8253fd5 | It will be as if I'd never existed, he'd promised me. I felt the smooth wooden floor beneath my knees, and then the palms of my hands, and then it was pressed against the skin of my cheek. I hoped that I was fainting, but, to my disappointment, I didn't lose consciousness. 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. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 71887ea | That was the first night I dreamed of Eward Cullen. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 18978ef | Don't be afraid," I murmured. "We belong together." | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| d750e78 | Say what you want, I still think Dracula One and Dracula Two are creep-tacular. | humor | Stephenie Meyer | |
| 1625391 | I almost took the door off the car | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 44a7b64 | I felt horribly obvious. I wished I were invisible to - that I could see the illusion so that I could trust it | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 536e665 | I was stunned by the unexpected electricity that flowed through me, amazed that it was possible to be more aware of him than I already was. A crazy impulse to reach over and touch him, to stroke his perfect face just once in the darkness, nearly overwhelmed me. -Bella | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 6431e47 | Let go!" I insisted. He ignored me. I staggered along sideways across the wet sidewalk until we reached the Volvo. Then he finally freed me - I stumbled against the passenger door. "You are so pushy!" I grumbled "It's open," was all he responded. He got in the driver's side. "I am perfectly capable of driving myself home!" I stood by the car, fuming. It was raining harder now, and I'd never put my hood up, so my hair was dripping down my b.. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 83269a5 | I'm trying to keep"-- he huffed, shifting his weight as the treetop bounced him--"my promise!" I blinked my wet blurry eyes, suddenly sure that I was dreaming. "When did you ever promise to kill yourself falling out of Charlie's tree?" | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 59213c4 | And it was different because I'd already lost her so many times, so many ways, in my head. And different because she was never really mine to lose. And different because this wasn't my fault. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 3112755 | Sell stupid somewhere else--there's nothing better than that face! | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 7a897ac | Sometimes, there isn't any way to compromise." - Eclipse, page 607" | twilight-saga | Stephenie Meyer | |
| 2152cc6 | Emmett thought about that for a moment. 'You really... love her?' 'I can't even describe it, Emmett. All of a sudden, this girl's the whole world to me. I don't see the point of the rest of the world without her anymore | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 95eca2b | My skin burns where it meets his. It feels better than good, but it sets off a strange aching in my chest. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| f1930e3 | She is mine.' Edward's low voice was suddenly dark, not as composed as before. 'I didn't say I would fight fair. | unconditional-love | Stephenie Meyer | |
| 65aa737 | With our rarely changing temperaments strong emotions can alter us in permanent ways. But he said I did not need to worry about that part - you had already altered me so completely. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| e6b711b | At least he's alive and well. I love him enough that I want that. I want him to have what's best for him." She sighed. "I just don't want to stick around to watch." | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| f88dd1c | I wrenched the door out of my way--ridiculously eager--and there he was, my personal miracle. Time had not made me immune to the perfection of his face, and I was sure that I would never take any aspect of him for granted. My eyes traced over his pale white features: the hard square of his jaw, the softer curve of his full lips--twisted up into a smile now, the straight line of his nose, the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the smooth marble .. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 3a1046d | Brant's an idealist, and he's competent. There are few more dangerous combinations in this world... Heroes are even more dangerous than idealists. | Patricia C. Wrede | ||
| e5008be | I'm sorry. I'm used to people objecting to things because they think I can't do them or shouldn't do them. It didn't occur to me that you might have a real reason. | Patricia C. Wrede | ||
| 4d891d3 | May you and your triple cursed wash water turn purple with orange spots and fall down a bottomless pit! | humor | Patricia C. Wrede | |
| 70d2123 | If people are living the same as always, with their bellies full of food, they'll just go on the same way. If they get hungry and unhappy enough, something happens. | Paul Bowles | ||
| 10bb1a3 | Christianity is not a doctrine, not, I mean, a theory about what has happened & will happen to the human soul, but a description of something that actually takes place in human life. | Ludwig Wittgenstein | ||
| 89f399a | Most of the propositions and questions to be found in philosophical works are not false but nonsensical. | Ludwig Wittgenstein | ||
| 1e4f241 | Their laughter would ring out abruptly, a sound Mother welcomed. "Our slaves are happy," she would boast. It never occurred to her their gaiety wasn't contentment, but survival." | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| c3ff063 | We lived for honey. We swallowed a spoonful in the morning to wake us up and one at night to put us to sleep. We took it with every meal to calm the mind, give us stamina, and prevent fatal disease. We swabbed ourselves in it to disinfect cuts or heal chapped lips. It went in our baths, our skin cream, our raspberry tea and biscuits. Nothing was safe from honey...honey was the ambrosia of the gods and the shampoo of the goddesses. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 3a44b0d | I'd chosen the regret I could live with best, that's all. I'd chosen the life I belonged to. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| a6d8b83 | The question occurred to me: Well, if that's so, if the Divine is ultimately formless and genderless, what's the big deal? Why all this bother? The bother is because we have no other way of speaking about the Absolute. We need forms and images. Without them we have no way of relating to the Divine. Symbol and image create a universal spiritual language. It's the language the soul understands. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 2c2c0db | I've tried to shield myself from life and inhabit my own small, safe corner; but there's no immunity from life. | Ann Kidd Taylor Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| ae6ff1d | How often do we do that, he wondered--look at someone and fail to see what's really there? | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| c8df491 | Back in the autumn I had awakened to a growing darkness and cacophony, as if something in the depths were crying out. A whole chorus of voices. Orphaned voices. They seemed to speak for all the unlived parts of me, and they came with a force and dazzle that I couldn't contain. They seemed to explode the boundaries of my existence. I know now that they were the clamor of a new self struggling to be born. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| c407cb8 | I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would remind me of birds trapped inside a closed room, flinging themselves against the windows and the walls, against each other. | words | Sue Monk Kidd | |
| 01cf40c | There was a time in Africa the people could fly. Mauma told me this one night when I was ten years old. She said, "Handful, your granny-mauma saw it for herself. She say they flew over trees and clouds. She say they flew like blackbirds. When we came here, we left that magic behind." | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 603504d | You create a path of your own by looking within yourself and listening to your soul, cultivating your own ways of experiencing the sacred and then practicing it. Practicing until you make it a song that sings you. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 5d36c63 | To every man his little cross. (He sighs.) Till he dies. (Afterthought.) And is forgotten. | Samuel Beckett |