Bella And Edward Quotes

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.

Look after my heart - I've left it with you.

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.

You are my life now.

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

Now and then I see something in her eyes, and I wonder if I’ve ever grasped how much pain she’s really in.

Why am I covered in feathers?" I asked, confused. He exhaled impatiently. "I bit a pillow. Or two...

Angry grizzly bears are going to look tame next to what is waiting for you at home." I snapped the phone shut and placed it in her waiting hand. "I'm done.

I'll meet you at the altar" "I'll be the one in white!

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.

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.

Her existence alone was excuse enough to justify the creation of the entire world.

Okay, look. I get it. You're one of those people who thinks they have to help screwed-up people. Or maybe you're attracted to dangerous, unbalanced people. But listen up: I'm not Edward and you're not Bella" - Lana

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

You really should stay away from me.

Edward: So the lion fell in love with the lamb. Bella: What a stupid lamb. Edward:What a sick masochistic lion.

Isn't it supposed to be like this?" He smiled. "The glory of first love, and all that. It's incredible, isn't it, the difference between reading about something, seeing it in the pictures, and experiencing it?" "Very different," I agreed. "More forceful than I'd imagined.

I was just wondering why you stabbed him. Not that I object.

I’ve never tried to keep a specific person alive before, and it’s much more troublesome than I would have believed. But that’s probably just because it’s you. Ordinary people seem to make it through the day without so many catastrophes.

The way everyone looked at me made me uncomfortable. Even Edward. It was like I had grown a hundred feet during the course of the morning. I tried to ignore the impressed looks, mostly keeping my eyes on Nessie’s sleeping face and Jacob’s unchanged expression. I would always be just Bella to him, and that was a relief.

Edward: Bella, please stop taking your clothes off! Bella: Why? Did you wanna do that part?

It's late,' he said again, murmuring, almost crooning now, his voice smoother than silk. 'Sleep, my Bella. Dream happy dreams. You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. It will always be yours. Sleep, my only love.

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.

Edward: “After a few decades, everyone you know will be dead. Problem solved.

Would you please tell me what you are thinking? Before I go mad?

But most significant in this tidal wave of happiness was the surest fact of all: I was with Edward. Forever - Bella Cullen

Maybe if I could be unconscious, if I could dream, I could live for a few hours in a world where she and I could be together. She dreamed of me. I wanted to dream of her.

Edward can do everything, right?" I explained. Jasper snickered and Esme gave Edward a reproving look. "I hope you haven't been showing off-it's rude," she scolded. "Just a bit," he laughed freely. "He's been too modest actually," I corrected. "Well, play for her," Esme encouraged. "You just said showing off was rude," he objected. "There are exceptions to every rule," she replied.

Edward,' she mumbled softly. She was dreaming of me. Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to. 'Stay,' she sighed. 'Don't go. Please... don't go

You know Twilight?” He blinks. “Excuse me?” “Twilight. The vampire book.” His wary eyes study my face. “What about it?” “Okay, so you know how Bella’s blood is extra special? Like how it gives Edward a raging boner every time he’s around her?

Why can’t we have one of those quick pregnancies like Bella and Edward? Gwen from Torchwood. Scully. Deanna Troi. Or even Cordelia when that demon impregnated her. Twenty-four hours later bam! Demon child.

I already know how strong you are. You didn't have to break the furniture." —Bella Swan

Though I hated her, I was absolutely aware that my hatred was unjust. I knew that what I really hated was myself. And I would hate us both so much more when she was dead.

He was a different Edward than the one I had known. And I felt all the more besotted by him. It would cause me physical pain to be separated from him now.

I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I’d smelled in eighty years.

Do I dazzle you? - Edward Frequently - Bella

For the first time in a hundred years, I was grateful to be what I was. Every aspect of being a vampire - all but the danger to her - was suddenly acceptable to me, because it was what had let me live long enough to find Bella.

Bella." Edward's voice was right beside me, relieved now. "Can you hear me?" "No," I groaned. "Go away.

Edward's only human Bella. He's going to react like any other boy.

There was no reason for Bella Swan to cross paths with me. She would be avoided like the plague she was.

Bella: "I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not." Edward: "And I should feel sorry that you're not sorry, but I don't.

Who gives an island as a gift? I frowned. I hadn’t realized Edward’s extreme generosity was a learned behavior. Bella

You aren't exactly the best judge of what is or isn't dangerous.

I wish i'd hurt him I didn't do any damage at all-Bella I can fix that-edward I was hoping you would say that-bella there was a slight pause "that doesn't sound like you what did he do"-edward he kissed me-bella all i heard on the other end of the line was the sound of an engine accelerating

So what are you going to tell her?" "A little help?" I pleaded. "What does she want to know?" He shook his head, grinning wickedly. "That's not fair." "No, you not sharing what you know-now that's not fair.

Smiling, I say, "Edward, tell me secret." He says, "I love you.

Your Moodswings are kind of giving me whiplash

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.

She’s just a little faint,” I reassured Mrs. Hammond. “They’re blood typing in biology.” She nodded, understanding now. “There’s always one.” I stifled a laugh. Trust Bella to be that one.

What am I going to do with you? Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!

If there were any way for me to become human for you - no matter what the price was, I would pay it.

Jingle Bells, Twilight smells, Edward ran away. Jacob cries, Bella dies, Harry Potter all the way. Hey! -T-shirt

Edward thought he was going to ruin Bella's life and he made her happy. And that really was everything for him.

Okay, so you know how Bella’s blood is extra special? Like how it gives Edward a raging boner every time he’s around her?

Dad, I wrote. I'm with Alice. Edward's in trouble. You can ground me when I get back. I know it's a bad time. So sorry. Love you so much. Bella.

Edward,” she mumbled softly. She was dreaming of me. Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt as though mine was about to. “Stay,” she sighed. “Don’t go. Please… don’t go.” She was dreaming of me, and it wasn’t even a nightmare. She wanted me to stay with her, there in her dream. I struggled to find words to name the feelings that flooded through me, but I had no words strong enough to hold them. For a long moment, I drowned in them. When I surfaced, I was not the same man I had been. My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight

The truth is, I love a boy who can't get his shit together for anything, but without him I can't breathe. Edward is love to me. Something inside me deeper than my blood and stronger than my heart, needs him and has us forever connected.

Option three: Edward loved me. 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 brillant or perfect than me he might me, he was as irreversibly altered as I was. As I would always belong to him, so would he always be mine. Was that what I'd been trying to tell myself? "Oh!" "Bella?" "Oh. Okay. I see." "Your epithany?" he asked, his voice uneven and strained. "You love me," I marveled. The sense of conviction and rightness washed through me again. Though his eyes were still anxious, the crooked smile I loved best flashed across his face. "Truly, I do.

our family is strong. our only fear is losing you. It's been almost a century that Edward's been alone. Now he's found you. You can't see the changes that we see, we who have been with him for so long. Do you think any of us want to look into his eyes for the next hundred years if he loses you?

Bella's going to stare at Edward in a minute. Look normal," Alice said one Tuesday in March (93),

Bella, we’re not having this discussion anymore. I refuse to damn you to an eternity of night and that’s the end of it.-Edward Cullen

Honestly, Edward." I felt a thrill go through me as I said his name, and I hated it. "I can't keep up with you. I thought you didn't want to be my friend." "I said it would be better if we weren't friends, not that I didn't want to be." "Oh, thanks, now that's all cleared up." Heavy sarcasm. I realized I had stopped walking again. We were under the shelter of the cafeteria roof now, so I could more easily look at his face. Which certainly didn't help my clarity of thought. "It would be more . . . prudent for you not to be my friend," he explained. "But I'm tired of trying to stay away from you, Bella." His eyes were gloriously intense as he uttered that last sentence, his voice smoldering. I couldn't remember how to breathe.

We're lucky Esme thought to add an extra room. No one was planning for Ness-Renesmee." I frowned at him, my thoughts channeled down a less pleasant path. "Not you too," I complained. "Sorry, love. I hear it in their thoughts all the time, you know. It's rubbing off on me. I sighed. My baby, the sea serpent. Maybe there was no help for it. Well, I wasn't giving in.

He's confused. It's a classic love triangle... like Peyton, Lucas and Brooke on One Tree Hill. Or Joey, Dawson and Pacey on Dawson's Creek. Even Bella, Edward and Jacob in Twilight, although none of you is a vampire or a werewolf.

About 3 things i was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him, and i didnt know how dominant that part might be, that thirsted for my blood. And third, i was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

You'll always be my Bella.

Bella: How could I live with myself when it’s my fault? None of you should be risking yourselves for me – Jasper: Bella, Bella, stop. You’re worrying all the wrong things, Bella. Trust me on this – none of us are in jeopardy… Our family is strong. Our only fear is losing you. Bella: But why should you – Alice: It’s been almost a century that Edward’s been alone. Now he’s found you. You can’t see the changes that we see, we who have been with him for so long. Do you think any of us want to look into his eyes for the next hundred years if he loses you?

Bella: "Why am I covered in feathers?" Bella:"You… bit a pillow? Why?" Bella: "You listen to me, Edward Cullen. I am not pretending anything for your sake, okay? I didn’t even know there was a reason to make you feel better until you started being all miserable. I’ve never been so happy in all my life – I wasn’t this happy when you decided that you loved me more than you wanted to kill me, or the first morning I woke up and you were there waiting for me… Not when I heard your voice in the ballet studio, or when you said ‘I do’ and I realized that, somehow, I get to keep you forever. Those are the happiest memories I have, and this is better than any of it. So just deal with it." Edward: "We’re just lucky it was the pillows and not you." Edward: "You are making me insane, Bella." Edward: "You are so human, Bella. Ruled by your hormones." Edward :"So you seduced your all-too-willing husband. That’s not a capital offense.

Bella: I love you. Edward: You are my life now.

Twilight is the first series of books I've ever read. I didn't get into the Harry Potter series, even though I love the movies. Twilight really caught my attention and held it. I'm really excited to see the book adapted to film and excited that our band gets to be a part of the phenomenon. I chose the title "Decode" because the song is about the building tension, awkwardness, anger and confusion between Bella and Edward. Bella's mind is the only one which Edward can't read and I feel like that's a big part of the first book and one of the obstacles for them to overcome. It's one added tension that makes the story even better.

It had not been Edward and Jacob that I'd been trying to force together. It was the two parts of myself, Edward's Bella and Jacob's Bella but they could not exist together, and I never should have tried.

Hey. You know Twilight?” He blinks. “Excuse me?” “Twilight. The vampire book.” His wary eyes study my face. “What about it?” “Okay, so you know how Bella’s blood is extra special? Like how it gives Edward a raging boner every time he’s around her?” “Are you f*cking with me right now?” I ignore that. “Do you think it happens in real life? Pheromones and all that crap. Is it a bullshit theory some horndog dreamed up so he could justify why he’s attracted to his mother or some shit? Or is there actually a biological reason why we’re drawn to certain people? Like goddamn Twilight. Edward wants her on a biological level, right?” “Are you seriously dissecting Twilight right now?

In summary, she did jump off a cliff, but she wasn't trying to kill herself. Bella's all about the extreme sports these days." I flushed and turned my eyes straight ahead, looking after the dark shadow that I could no longer see. I could imagine what he was hearing in Alice's thoughts now. Near-drowings, stalking vampires, werewolf friends . . . "Hm," Edward said curtly, and the casual tone of his voice was gone.

Bella & Edward: «Ti vedrò spesso?» chiesi, impaziente. «Starai qui spesso, davvero?» «Per tutto il tempo che vuoi». «Attento, perché ti vorrò sempre. Per sempre».

Kematian, yang menghisap madu dari desah nafasmu, tak memiliki kuasa terhadap kecantikanmu.

I see that you can't live without him now. It's too late. But I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would have been the air, the sun.

Let me introduce you to my wife.” It was the first time Edward had said that word since it was officially true; he seemed like he would explode with satisfaction saying it now. The Denalis all laughed lightly in response. “Tanya, this is my Bella.

I wondered why the change. The only explanation I could think of was that she wanted her hair to look nice. And as the person she planned to see tomorrow was me, that meant she must have wanted it to look nice for me. Maybe I was wrong. But if I was right...how exasperating! How endearing! Her life had never been in deeper peril, but she still cared that I, the very menace threatening her life, liked her appearance.

She drove herself around in this antique monstrosity daily and nothing bad ever happened to her. Of course , the bad things seemed to wait until I was there to be their horrified witness. My expression must have led her to believe I was upset about the arrangement.

He smiled and kissed me. It wasn't precisely a peck on the lips, and my wild vampiric reactions took me off guard yet again. Edward's lips were like a shot of some addictive chemical straight into my nervous system. I was instantly craving more. It took all my concentration to remember the baby in my arms. Jasper felt my mood change. "Er, Edward, you might not want to distract her like that right now. She needs to be able to focus." Edward pulled away. "Oops," he said. I laughed. That had been my line from the very beginning, from the very first kiss. "Later," I said, and anticipation curled my stomach into a ball. "Focus, Bella," Jasper urged. "Right." I pushed the trembly feelings away. Charlie, that was the main thing right now. Keep Charlie safe today. We would have all night... "Bella." "Sorry, Jasper.

I was not the one she was destined to say yes to. It was someone else, someone human and warm. And I could not let myself hunt him down and kill him, because she deserved him. Whoever it was. It really didn't matter if I left, because Bella could never see me the way I wished she could. Never see me someone worthy of love. Never. Could a dead, frozen heart break? It felt like mine would. "Edward," she mumbled softly. She was dreaming of me. Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to. I would always love this fragile human girl, for the rest of my limitless existence.

I could see how easy it would be to fall into loving Bella. It would be exactly like falling: effortless. Not letting myself love her was the opposite of falling- it was pulling myself up a cliff face, hand over hand, the task as grueling as if I had no more than mortal strength.

Now you know, no one has ever loved anyone as much as I love you.

Duerme, Bella mía, ya es tarde. Que tengas dulces sueños. Siempre seré tuyo. Duerme, mi único amor" Edward Cullen.

Hello I'm Edward and you are? Bella sorry I didn't get a chance to introduce myself last week.

She could never understand why creatures of darkness had the slightest interest in spineless human girls.

Don’t go away, then”, I responded, unable to hide the longing in my voice. “That suits me”, he replied, his face relaxing into a gentle smile. “Bring on the shackles —I'm your prisoner.

So let's say my bad luck did crash the plane. What exactly are were you going to do about it?' 'Why is the plane crashing?' He was trying to hide a smile now. 'The piolets are passed out and drunk.' 'Easy. I'd fly the plane.' Of course. I pursed my lips and tried again. 'Both engines have exploded and we're falling in a death spiral towards the earth.' 'I'd wait till we were close enough to the ground, get a good grip on you, kick out the wall, and jump. Then, I'd run you back to the scene of the accident, and we'd stumble around like the two luckiest surviours in history.' I stared at him wordlessly. 'What?' He wispered." - Edward Cullen and Bella Swan, Eclipse

Edward a Bella: Ti ho amata sempre e sempre ti amerò. Ho pensato a te, ho visto il tuo volto nei ricordi, durante ogni minuto di lontananza. Dirti che non ti volevo più è stata una terribile bestemmia.»

And even after supposedly happy endings...well, we don't know for sure what happens after the final credits. Elizabeth probably dies in childbirth while Darcy sits stoically outside the bedroom door. Nurse Hathaway might get bored of Doug Ross and his cable-knit sweaters and run off to a tropical island. Even Bella might discover that Edward always hogs the remote and has an annoying laugh and decide to call it quits-no hard feelings.

I pulled the shirt out now, and felt a strange wave of awe. A chill, almost, if i were capable of feeling such a thing. Her uncanny premonitions reached so far, stretched their tentacles so deep into the future, that even she didn't understand all the actions she took. Somehow she'd sensed, years before Bella had chosen to come to Forks, that at some point I would be facing this most bizarre trial. Perhaps she was omniscient after all.

If Edward Cullen had of been ugly I'm sure Bella Swan wouldn't have been quite so smitten with him coming into her bedroom to watch her sleep at night. We females can be strange, shallow creatures when the mood takes us.

Bella pensando a Edward: C'era una sola cosa alla quale dovevo credere se volevo continuare a vivere: la certezza della sua esistenza. Per me era tutto. Al resto avrei saputo resistere. A patto che lui fosse ancora vivo e reale.

You think I like this?” I say defensively. “Trust me, I don’t need this headache in my life.” I swallow a mouthful of beer. “Hey. You know Twilight?” He blinks. “Excuse me?” “Twilight. The vampire book.” His wary eyes study my face. “What about it?” “Okay, so you know how Bella’s blood is extra special? Like how it gives Edward a raging boner every time he’s around her?” “Are you fucking with me right now?” I ignore that. “Do you think it happens in real life? Pheromones and all that crap. Is it a bullshit theory some horndog dreamed up so he could justify why he’s attracted to his mother or some shit? Or is there actually a biological reason why we’re drawn to certain people? Like goddamn Twilight. Edward wants her on a biological level, right?” “Are you seriously dissecting Twilight right now?” God, I am. This is what Allie has reduced me to. A sad, pathetic loser who goes to a bar and forces his friend to participate in a Twilight book club.

Would I drag them away, out of her sight, and leave her alone here? It was a long shot that another psychopath would be prowling the streets of Port Angeles tonight, but it was a long shot that there was even a first! Here was proof positive that I was not insane-like a magnet, she drew all things dangerous toward herself. If I were not close enough to provide it, some other evil would take my place.

Edward & Bella: I suoi occhi dorati mi sfiorarono con uno sguardo dolce. «Hai detto che mi amavi» «Lo sapevi già» dissi, chinando la testa «Però è stato bello sentirlo». Affondai la faccia nella sua spalla. «Ti amo», sussurrai. «Tu sei la mia vita adesso».

In other news, Aang dominates on “Are You Smarter Than the Fire Nation”. Bella Swan becomes engaged to her boyfriend of one year, Edward Cullen, and unceremoniously sends Jacob Black to the “friend zone”. Pop star Candy Cane trades her controversial career for being a housewife (which was a move that is very unpopular with many of her young fans), and Jacquel Rassenworth is still the Internet’s biggest fame-nut (cue APPLAUSE).

And then I knew I was dead. Because, through the heavy water, I heard the sound of an angel calling my name, calling me to the only heaven I wanted.

Bella & Edward: «Pensi che sia ubriaca?» «Sei intossicata dalla mia presenza». Riecco quel ghigno malizioso. «Non ti posso dare torto.»

Edward a Bella: «Ecco, tu sei esattamente la mia qualità preferita di eroina».

Edward a Bella: «E se non fossi il supereroe? Se fossi il cattivo?»

Edward a Bella: «Ti amo, ti voglio, adesso.»

Love didn't work that way, I decided. Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore.

It's the color of your eyes today,' she admitted. 'I suppose if you asked me in two weeks, I'd say onyx.' Just as my favorite color was now a deep chocolate brown.

Don’t even think about it.” James’s voice was stony. “I would never, could never, turn you. Don’t go all Bella and Edward on me—it’s not like that, not at all.

Who are Bella and Edward?” I shrug off the question and don’t turn around as I ask, “What?” “Or Mac and Jericho? How about Jamie and Claire?

I think it’s sad that we’ll never know her,” Chase said. She glanced over at him suspiciously. “Think of how many people there are in the world that you’ll never know. Like that guy right there,” he said, nodding toward the car that whizzed by them. “What’s that guy’s name? Where’s he going? Is he happy with his life? Did he want Bella to end up with Edward or Jacob?

You know better than anyone that disturbing behavior is only really disturbing—” “If you don’t think the guy is attractive. I know, I know. Like Edward watching Bella sleep in Twilight.

Edward a Bella: Gli sfiorai il viso. «Stammi a sentire. Ti amo più di qualsiasi altra cosa al mondo, senza eccezioni. Non ti basta?». «Sì, mi basta», rispose, sorridendo. «Mi basta, per sempre».

Teenage Turn-Ons As played by Robert Pattinson in the Twilight Saga movies, Edward has a certain physical sex appeal thanks in part to the the actor's handsome features. but the appeal in both the movies and the novels has nothing to do with a bad-boy energy that so often translates into sexiness because, really, even when he's full-out vamp, there isn't that much of a bad boy to be found in his character. Curiously, the sexiness of the vampire Edward comes from his safeness. He is the ultimate fantasy man. Described in overly ripe prose, his physical perfection is glorious. He might be a little cool to the touch-but gosh! Look at him! He's youthful, with a perfect body, or the sort of man found in the pages of a million romance novels. And most important, he will do what ever it takes to keep his beloved Bella safe, whether the danger comes from the world or himself.

What strange alchemy was this, that the touch of lips should be so much more than the touch of fingers? It made no logical sense that simple contact between this specific area of skin should be so much more powerful than anything I’d yet experienced. It felt as if a new sun was bursting into being where our mouths met, and my whole body was filled to a shatter point with the brilliant light of it.

Dat doet er niet toe. Jjj bent Jacob en hij is Edward, en ik ben Bella. Dat is het enige wat telt.' Zijn ogen knepen een beetje samen. 'Maar ik bén een weerwolf; zei hij met tegenzin. 'En hij is een vampier; voegde hij er met zichtbare walging aan toe. 'En ik ben een Maagd!' schreeuwde ik geïrriteerd.

Edward a Bella: «Cosa ti tenta di più: il mio sangue o il mio corpo?» «L'uno e l'altro». Si lasciò scappare un sorriso, poi tornò serio. «Ora, perché non smetti di sfidare la sorte e ti metti a dormire?».

Damn it, Bella!" he broke off, gasping. "You'll be the death of me, I swear you will." I leaned over, bracing my hands against my knees for support. "You're indestructible," I mumbled, trying to catch my breath.

Edward a Bella: Prima di te, Bella, la mia vita era una notte senza luna. Molto buia, ma con qualche stella: punti di luce e razionalità... Poi hai attraversato il cielo come una meteora. All'improvviso, tutto ha preso fuoco: c'era luce, c'era bellezza. Quando sei sparita, la meteora è scomparsa dietro l' orizzonte e il buio è tornato. Non era cambiato nulla, ma i miei occhi erano rimasti accecati. Non vedevo più le stelle. Niente aveva più senso. C'era una sola cosa alla quale dovevo credere se volevo continuare a vivere: la certezza della sua esistenza. Per me era tutto. Al resto avrei saputo resistere. A patto che lui fosse ancora vivo e reale.

Bella a Edward: «Pensi che migliorerò mai», chiesi più a me stessa che a lui. «Che un giorno il mio cuore la smetterà di cercare di uscirmi dal petto ogni volta che mi sfiori?». «Spero proprio di no», mi rispose vagamente compiaciuto.

I'm not leaving." I said. "Why not?" he demanded. "I'm in my last semester of school -it would screw everything up." "You're a good student -you'll figure it out." "I don't want to crowd Mom and Phil." "Your Mother's been dying to have you back." "Florida is too hot." His fist came down on the table again. "We both know what's really going on here, Bella, and it's not good for you." He took a deep breath. "It's been months. No calls, no letters, no contact. You can't keep waiting for him.

Bella & Edward: «Va bene. Lasciamo perdere i limiti temporali. Se vuoi che sia io a compiere il gesto... lo farò ma a una condizione». Mi sentii mancare la voce. «Quale?». Il suo sguardo era prudente. Parlò lentamente: «Prima sposami». [...] «E dai», risposi con un velo di isteria nella mia voce. «Ho soltanto diciotto anni». «Be', io quasi centodieci. È ora che metta la testa a posto».

Of course, I'll always love you... in a way. But what happened the other night made me realize that it's time for a change. Because I'm... tired of pretending to be something I'm not, Bella. I am not human... I've let this go on much too long, and I'm sorry for that.

Hey. You know Twilight?” He blinks.“Excuse me?” “Twilight. The vampire book.” His wary eyes study my face. “What about it?” “Okay, so you know how Bella’s blood is extra special? Like how it gives Edward a raging boner every time he’s around her?” “Are you fucking with me right now?” I ignore that. “Do you think it happens in real life? Pheromones and all that crap. Is it a bullshit theory some horndog dreamed up so he could justify why he’s attracted to his mother or some shit? Or is there actually a biological reason why we’re drawn to certain people? Like goddamn Twilight. Edward wants her on a biological level, right?” “Are you seriously dissecting Twilight right now?

Bella: You're impossibly fast, and strong. Your skin is pale white and ice cold. Your eyes change color, and sometimes you speak like--like you're from a different time. You never eat or drink anything. You don't go out in the sunlight. ... How old are you? Edward: Seventeen. Bella: How long have you been seventeen? Edward: A while. Bella: I know what you are. Edward: Say it. Out loud. Say it! Bella: Vampire.

In the hearts of fans everywhere, his protectiveness is where his true appeal lies. Edward feels both pleasure and pain in Bella's company: his heart cries out for her love while his need for her blood, the scent of which intoxicates him, and he must fight the urge to kill her to savor it. His agony would end if he were to fulfill her request to turn her into a vampire, but he refuses. He fears it would mean giving up her soul, and he has made it his mission to safeguard her, body and soul. Even when it seems he is bound by a promise to make her a vampire, he will only do it if she marries him, sanctifying the act in his mind. This magnificent creature, who could have one of his on glorious kind, chooses plain, mortal Bella; puts her on a pedestal; and is willing to protect and honor her. What woman could ask for more?

I was still unused to this joy, and it didn’t really feel like something a person could get used to. I would embrace it for as long as that was possible, and know that no matter what happened in the future, just having this one paradisiacal day was worth any pain that might follow. “Edward,” Bella whispered in her sleep. “Edward… I love you.

Suspiro y me muevo a estudiar los carteles de películas: el Sr. Darcy con su mano en la mejilla de Elizabeth hace nada por mí, más que querer escupir. Puede ser que la ame, pero durante toda su vida, Sr. Darcy quiso ser un desgraciado irritable. Edward Cullen, con sus brazos alrededor de Bella protectoramente mientras Jacob mira hacia ellos, me hace querer vomitar. ¿Y ellos llamaron a su bebe Renesme? POR FAVOR. Jack y Rose del Titanic me tienen apretando los puños. Rose debió abandonarlo ese día. Si lo hubiera hecho, podrían haber llegado a la balsa salvavidas. Romeo y Julieta se ven como idiotas para mí ahora. Ellos sabían que no funcionaria. Romeo nunca debería haber vuelto a su balcón. Fue su estúpida culpa. Él lo sabía. Si él simplemente no hubiera intentado, ambos habrían vivido. ¿Y quién bebe estúpido veneno para resolver sus problemas? Lamentable. Patético. Todos ellos.

Edward'ı değiştiren buydu, canavar onu sevgisi konusunda ikna etmişti. Bella'yı seven bir şeyden nefret edemiyordu.

Edward?” she whispered. “He’s right here, Bella,” Alice soothed. Right here killing you.

Haven’t you noticed yet, Bella, that Edward is just the teeniest bit prone to overreaction?

Please save yourself. Please never leave me.

valor. —Bella —dijo Edward en voz baja.

My name is Edward Cullen,” he continued. “I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself last week. You must be Bella Swan.

Edward: So the lion fell in love with the lamb. Bella:What a stupid lamb. Edward:What a sick masochistic lion.

And so we carried on in our little piece of forever.

No measure of time with you will be long enough... let's start with forever.

No measure of time with you will be long enough, but let's start with forever

No measure of time with you will be long enough, but let's start with forever.

I know love and lust don’t always keep the same company.” “They do for me. Now, anyway, that they exist for me at all,” I sighed.

Soffri di disordini da personalità multipla?" mi chiese. Dovevo averne tutta l'aria. Con tutte le emozioni nuove che stavo vivendo, il mio umore era un'altalena impazzita.

And so the lion fell in love with the lamb." "What a stupid lamb." "What a sick, masochictic lion.

You can sleep, sweetheart, I'll carry you," Edward soothed me. And I was in his arms, cradled against his chest — floating, all the pain gone. "Sleep now, Bella" were the last words I heard.

—No tengas miedo —le susurré—. Somos como una sola persona. De pronto me abrumó la realidad de mis palabras. Ese momento era tan perfecto, tan auténtico. No dejaba lugar a dudas.   Me rodeó con los brazos, me estrechó contra él y hasta la última de mis terminaciones nerviosas cobró vida propia. —Para siempre —concluyó él y después nos sumergimos suavemente en el agua profunda. •Isla Esme, pág. 102

Parlando di Edward: Jacob:«È come una droga per te, Bella. Ormai ho capito che senza di lui non puoi vivere. È troppo tardi. Ma io sarei stato una scelta più sana. Non una droga: io sarei stato l'aria, il sole» Isabella: «Anch'io ne ero convinta, sai. Eri come un sole. Il mio sole personale. Il rimedio migliore alle nuvole» Jacob: «Con le nuvole posso farcela. Ma non posso cavarmela contro un'eclissi»

How much do you love me, Bella?" "Why?" She stared at me with pleading eyes, her long black eyebrows slanting up in the middle and pulling together, her lips trembling at the corners. It was a heart-breaking expression. "Please, please, please," she whispered. "Please, Bella, please - if you really love me... Please let me do your wedding." "Aw, Alice!" I groaned, pulling away and standing up. "No! Don't do this to me." "If you really, truly love me, Bella." I folded my arms across my chest. "That is so unfair. And Edward kind of already used that one on me." "I'll bet Edward would like it better if you did this traditionally, though he'd never tell you that. And Esme - think what it would mean to her!" I groaned. "I'd rather face the newborns alone." "I'll owe you for a decade." "You'd owe me for a century!

[...] Me recuerda a "el sueño de una noche de verano" y al caos que desatan los hechizos de amor de las hadas. Es una especie de magia —sonrió—. Casi tan fuerte como lo que yo siento por ti. •Egoísmo, 417

—¿Saben cual es mi historia de amor favorita? —Interrumpió la Señora Bobot. —Gone with the wind. Ahora es si que es una historia de amor. —Pero esa tampoco tiene un final feliz, —dije. —Rhett Bulter deja a Scarlett O’Hara. —Ella estaba mejor sin él, —dijo Realm. —Era un idiota. —No, no lo era, —dijo la Señora Bobot. —Scarlett estaba demasiado ciega para ver que Rhett era perfecto para ella. —Bella y Edward tuvieron un final feliz, —dije. El Reverendo frunció el ceño. —No me es familiar esa historia. —Bella acaba siendo una mama adolescente no muerta. Si eso te parece un final feliz tienes problemas, —dijo Realm.

The thoughts bounced around inside my skull like a disoriented swarm of bees. Noisy. Now and then they stung. Must be hornets, not bees. Bees died after one sting. And the same thoughts were stinging me again and again.

—Entonces, ¿no hay esperanza? —susurró Carlisle. La voz no delataba miedo alguno, sólo resolución y resignación. —Siempre hay esperanza —contesté en voz baja. Eso podría ser verdad, dije para mis adentros—. Sólo conozco mi propio destino. Edward me tomó de la mano, sabedor de que estaba incluido en él. No hacía falta precisar que me refería a los dos cuando hablaba de «mi destino». Nosotros eramos dos partes de un todo. • Argucias, pág. 788

Eu costumava saber o que estava fazendo. Eu costumava ter sempre certeza do meu caminho. E então tudo se transformou em caos e tumulto. No entanto, eu não mudaria nada. Não se o caos significava que eu podia estar perto de Bella.

Bella hesitated, then admitted, “He’s part of it.… So, have you had a chance to talk with Edward?” “Yes, and I want to talk to you about that.” “What about?” Bella responded innocently. “I think that boy is in love with you,” Renée whispered. “I think so, too.

Hey. You know Twilight?” He blinks. “Excuse me?” “Twilight. The vampire book.” His wary eyes study my face. “What about it?” “Okay, so you know how Bella’s blood is extra special? Like how it gives Edward a raging boner every time he’s around her?” “Are you fucking with me right now?” I ignore that. “Do you think it happens in real life? Pheromones and all that crap. Is it a bullshit theory some horndog dreamed up so he could justify why he’s attracted to his mother or some shit? Or is there actually a biological reason why we’re drawn to certain people? Like goddamn Twilight. Edward wants her on a biological level, right?” “Are you seriously dissecting Twilight right now?” God, I am. This is what Allie has reduced me to. A sad, pathetic loser who goes to a bar and forces his friend to participate in a Twilight book club.

[...] —. Es irrelevante. Tú eres Jacob, él es Edward y yo, Bella. Todo los demás no importa. Entornó levemente los ojos. —Pero yo soy un licántropo —repuso de mala gana—, y él es un vampiro —agregó con obstinada repugnancia. —¡Y yo soy virgo! —grite, exasperada. •Imprimación, 137

For some reason, Bella doesn't want to scream. I guess she doesn't want Edward and the others to know how much pain she's in. But don't for a minute think this makes her a strong character. If anything, it makes her weaker, because she's so afraid of upsetting Edward that she's willing to suffer horrible pain without making a peep. A strong character would remain silent during an interrogation, when speaking or screaming would give the enemy the upper hand. Keeping quiet because you don't want your boyfriend to feel sad isn't a sign of strength. It's pathetic.

—¿Te vas? —preguntó Edward, imperturbable. Aquella compostura suya era totalmente artificial. Estrechó a Renesmee un poco más contra el pecho. —Sí, sólo faltan unas cosillas de última hora... —contesté con despreocupación. Me dedico una sonrisa, mi favorita. —Vuelve pronto. —Siempre. • Fin de plazo, pág. 725

Edward & Bella: «Isabella». Pronunciò il mio nome completo con attenzione; poi, con la mano libera, giocò con i miei capelli, scompigliandoli. Quel contatto così casuale mi scatenò una tempesta dentro. «Bella, arriverei a odiare me stesso, se dovessi farti del male. Non hai idea di che tormento sia stato», abbassò gli occhi, intimorito, «il pensiero di te immobile, bianca, fredda... di non vederti più avvampare di rossore, di non poter più cogliere la scintilla nel tuo sguardo quando capisci che ti sto prendendo in giro... non sarei in grado di sopportarlo». Mi fissò con i suoi occhi meravigliosi e angosciati. «Ora sei la cosa più importante per me. La cosa più importante di tutta la mia vita»

There's a small moment in this chapter when Bella wants to practice fighting techniques with Emmett, but Edward won't let her. Emmett is here? Hi Emmett! Hey Emmett, according to Google Maps, you live 2,931 miles away from me. If I don't make any stops for food or fuel, and sit on a pile of absorbent kitty litter, I can make the trip in 48 hours. So I can be there by Sunday or Monday. Oh…hey, did you know Monday is Valentine's Day? That's super weird, right? Didn't plan that at all. I swear. OK, see you then! Anyway, Bella wants to practice with Emmett but Edward says no. Huh? Not only does Edward refuse to teach his wife basic self-defense, but she can't even learn some tips from The Pain Maker? Why? I dare you to explain this. I double wolf dare you.

—¿Es que realmente no te das cuenta de lo importante que eres para mí? ¿Tienes alguna idea de cuánto te quiero? Me apretó más fuerte contra su pecho duro acomodando mi cabeza bajo su barbilla. Presioné los labios contra su cuello frío como la nieve. —Lo que sí sé es cuánto te quiero yo —repuse. —Eso es comprar un árbol con todo un bosque. Puse los ojos en blanco, pero el no pudo verme. —Imposible. •Ultimátum, 41

Christian Grey has multiple personality disorders caused by intense childhood trauma. Edward Cullen is a controlling stalker who wants to kill Bella by drinking her blood. Mr. Darcy is an arrogant prick with crippling social anxiety and prejudice against the lower class. Yet all these flawed characters have inspired millions of women to think that broken men are somehow ideal, or could be, if only the right woman loved them.

Bella, mi vida era como una noche sin luna antes de encontrarte, muy oscura, pero al menos había estrellas, puntos de luz y motivaciones... Y entonces tú cruzaste mi cielo como un meteoro. De pronto, se encendió todo, todo estuvo lleno de brillantez y belleza. Cuando tú te fuiste, cuando el meteoro desapareció por el horizonte, todo se volvió negro. No había cambiado nada, pero mis ojos habían quedado cegados por la luz. Ya no podía ver las estrellas. Y nada tenía sentido. •La verdad, 523

Hello,” said a quiet, musical voice. I looked up, stunned that he was speaking to me. He was sitting as far away from me as the desk allowed, but his chair was angled toward me. His hair was dripping wet, disheveled—even so, he looked like he’d just finished shooting a commercial for hair gel. His dazzling face was friendly, open, a slight smile on his flawless lips. But his eyes were careful. “My name is Edward Cullen,” he continued. “I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself last week. You must be Bella Swan.

If you like cool, funny entertainment, you might like this one. It's a first novel by a local author." She handed him a copy of Practical Demonkeeping. "A very different kind of buddy novel. I thought it was hilarious." "You're reading me like a book." The guy shook his head as if embarrassed by his own lame joke. Then he looked over at Blythe. Natalie saw his gaze move swiftly over her mother's red V-neck sweater and short skirt. "How can you tell that's exactly what would make me happy?" he asked. Oh boy. He was flirting. Guys did that a lot with her mom. She was super pretty, and Natalie knew it wasn't only because Mom was her mom and all kids thought their moms were pretty. Even her snottiest friends like Kayla said Blythe looked like a model. Like Julia Roberts. Plus, her mom had a knack for dressing cool and being social---she could talk to anyone and make them like her. Also, she had a superpower, which was on full display right now. She had the ability to see a person for the first time and almost instantly know what book to recommend. She was really smart and had also read every book ever written, or so it seemed to Natalie. She could talk to high school kids about Ivanhoe and Silas Marner. She ran a mystery discussion group. She could tell people the exact day the new Mary Higgins Clark novel would come out. She knew which kids would only ever read Goosebumps books, no matter what, and she knew which kids would try something else, like Edward Eager or Philip Pullman. Sometimes people didn't know anything about the book they were searching for except "It's blue with gold page edges" and her mom would somehow figure it out.

Bella: So let’s say my bad luck did crash the plane. What exactly were you going to do about it? Edward: Why is the plane crashing? (He was trying to hide a smile now.) Bella: The pilots are passed out drunk. Edward: Easy. I’d fly the plane. (Of course. I pursed my lips and tried again.) Bella: Both engines have exploded and we’re falling in a death spiral toward the earth. Edward: I’d wait till we were close enough to the ground, get a good grip on you, kick out the wall, and jump. Then I’d run you back to the scene of the accident, and we’d stumble around like the two luckiest survivors in history.

Well, about that... See, I found that... when I was doing something dangerous or stupid... I could remember you more clearly," I confessed, feeling completely mental. "I could remember how your voice sounded when you were angry. I could hear it, like you were standing right there next to me. Mostly I tried not to think about you, but this didn't hurt so much- it was like you were protecting me again. Like you didn't want me to be hurt. "And, well, I wonder if the reason I could hear you so clearly was, underneath it all, I always knew you never stopped loving me." Again, as I spoke, the words brought with them a sense of conviction. Of righteousness. Some deep place inside me recognized the truth. His word came out half stangled. "You... were... risking your life... to hear-

Aklıma klişeler geldi, hani hayatın film şeridi gibi gözlerinin önünden geçer ya. Ben oldukça şanslıydım. Kim yeniden her şeyi görmek ister ki? Onu gördüm ve savaşmak istemiyordum. Herhangi bir anıdan daha belirgindi. Bilinçaltım Edward'ın kusursuz detaylarını saklamıştı, final anı için saklamıştı. Onun gerçekten karşımdaymış gibi, bütün detaylarını görüyordum, soğuk teninin dokusunu, dudaklarının şeklini, çenesinin çizgisini, kızgın gözlerindeki altın parlamaları. "Hayır! Bella, hayır!" Kulaklarıma buz gibi sular dolmuştu ama yine de sesini oldukça net bir şekilde duyabiliyordum. Söylediklerini duymazlıktan geldim ve sesinin güzelliğine konsantre oldum. Olduğum yerde mutluysam, neden savaşayım ki? Ciğerlerim daha fazla hava almak için yanarken ve buz gibi suyun içinde bacaklarıma kramplar girerken halimden memnundum. Gerçek mutluluğun ne olduğunu unutmuştum. Mutluluk. Bütün bu ölme olayını katlanılabilir yapmıştı. Akıntı mücadeleyi kazandı ve beni sert bir şeyin üzerine attı, görünmez bir kayanın üzerine. Göğsüme, sanki bir demir çubuk gibi hızla çarptı ve ciğerlerimdeki havanın hepsi gümüş kabarcıklar halinde çıktı. Su, bütün boğazıma doldu. Demir çubuk beni batırıyordu, Edward'dan uzaklaşıyor, derin karanlıklara çekiyordu, okyanusun dibine. Hoşça kal, seni seviyorum.

Bingo Junio-Julio-Agosto  Lord Voldemort (un libro que trate sobre la muerte): Un mosntruo viene a verme de Patrick Ness. Conor tiene que lidiar con el temor constante de que su madre muera a causa del cancer y es ahí cuando aparece el monstruo que le hace ver la realidad  Regulus Black (libro que el protagonista tenga un familia rara/malvada/numerosa): La tempestad de Shakespeare. Prospero es traicionado por su hermano y es mandando a una isla en el medio de la nada; Prospero jura venganza mediante sus poderes mágicos.  Barty Crouch Jr (libro que el/la protagonista participe en una secta o investigue sobre las mismas): Las chicas de Emma Cline. Evie se ve envuelta en una secta cuando es abandonada por su mejor amiga y su unica amiga en el mundo.  Fenrir Breyback (libro que tenga licántropos): Luna Nueva de Stephenie Meyer. Bella es abandonada por Edward, se acerca mas a jacob y descubre que el es un hombre lobo  Bellatrix Lestrange (libro en el que el romance tóxico sea lo principal) La selección de Kiera Cass. America Singer se ve envuelta en un triangulo amoroso entre el principe de Íllea, Maxon, y su amor de la ciudad, Aspen.  Draco Malfoy (libro que el/la protagonista sea desertor): Tres espejos; espada de Sebastián Vargas. Jian era un campesino que perdió al amor de su vida y se convierte en un pirata perseguido por el pueblo por ser desertor y huir de luchar en la guerra.  Lucius Malfoy (libro con puterio de ricos) Mansfield Park de Jane Auste. Fanny es adoptada por sus tios ricos y la llevan a vivir a Mansfield Park, ella se ve envuelta en todos los lios, complicaciones y preocupaciones de los ricos, donde cada acción tiene que ser friamente calculada  Petter Pettigrew (libro con animales como protagonistas): El principito de Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. El principito, un hombrecito de traje azul y pelo rubio se hace amigo de un zorro que lo aconseja sobre la vida.  Marietta (libro en que el/la protagonista tenga una doble vida/vida oculta): Heartsong de T.J Klune. Robbie se encuentra en otra manada, con sueño recurrente sobre unos lobos corriendo... Con el paso del tiempo, descubre que la vida que esta viviendo no era su vida.

From this point on, Edward is just constantly staring at Bella around corners and peeking at her from under manholes and disguising himself as a potted plant so he can watch her pee. Heads up: your children think that is romance now!

Oh god—is that what you mean? Is this an Edward-Jacob-Bella situation? Am I gonna have to get on a plane and come tit punch a rocker chick for breaking my brother’s heart—

As if we were going to make our escape in that geriatric sloth.

Hola, ¿cómo están? Hoy les traigo el wrap up de línea del bingo de mortífagos de la copa de las casas. Ahí vamos. Lucius Malfoy: El duque y yo: 3⭐️. Es una historia que lee rápido y se disfruta. Pero una escena, una sola escena tiro todo lo construido por la borda. Peter Pettigrew: La noche del dragón. 5⭐️. Es el fin de una trilogía que mezcla folklore japonés y fantasía de la mejor manera. Es increíble, y como su nombre lo indica, veremos si los protagonistas logran impedir que el Dragón conceda su deseo a la persona equivocada. Este libro me rompió de una manera tremenda. Severus Snape: Sol de medianoche. 5⭐️. Reencontrarse con Edward y Bella fue hermoso. Y conocer la historia a través de los ojos de Ed fue increíble, conocemos mucho más de los vínculos familiares (Alice sigue siendo la mejor). Lo disfruté un montón

Like irrevocably love you. Like full on Bella loves Edward kind of love.

Amy, she’s Seattle Girl.” She gasps. “Oh my god…why didn’t you say anything?” she cries. “God, how did Caleb take it? I can’t even imagine how upset he was. Oh god—is that what you mean? Is this an Edward-Jacob-Bella situation? Am I gonna have to get on a plane and come tit punch a rocker chick for breaking my brother’s heart—

No, I want to sleep,” I complained. “You can sleep, sweetheart, I’ll carry you,” Edward soothed me. And I was in his arms, cradled against his chest—floating, all the pain gone. “Sleep now, Bella” were the last words I heard.

See,” I explained. “I don’t care who’s a vampire and who’s a werewolf. That’s irrelevant. You are Jacob, and he is Edward, and I am Bella. And nothing else matters.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “But I am a werewolf,” he said unwillingly. “And he is a vampire,” he added with obvious revulsion. “And I’m a Virgo!” I shouted, exasperated.

Hey. You know Twilight?” He blinks. “Excuse me?” “Twilight. The vampire book.” His wary eyes study my face. “What about it?” “Okay, so you know how Bella’s blood is extra special? Like how it gives Edward a raging boner every time he’s around her?

I was in the girls’ bathroom when I overheard MacKenzie bragging to her friends that she was practically almost 99.9% sure she and Brandon were going to the dance together as Edward and Bella from Twilight.

Oh, I can find Matt anywhere. I have perfect Matt-dar. I used to be able to spot him across campus in a group of a thousand. I'm like Edward sniffing out Bella. I'm a vampire. I can smell him in any room.

Edward, you need to get out of there,” Esme said calmly before I’d even said a word. “I do now,” I hissed back, watching as Bella moaned, grunted and rolled over in bed. “You woke her up!” “Alice has seen what happens if you stay, and it’s not pretty. Get out of there and come home.” “But I don’t wanna—” “You do as I say, young man!” “But Mooom…

I understand now why Edward was so obsessed with Bella. I’d absolutely hover creepily over August’s bed, watching him sleep, because he smells like a snack.

Мы обменялись клятвами — обычные традиционные слова, миллион раз произнесенные у алтаря до нас, хотя вряд ли в мире нашлась другая такая же необычная пара. По нашей просьбе священник внес единственное крошечное изменение и покорно проговорил вместо «пока смерть не разлучит нас» более логичное «отныне и навеки».

Books were my mother's world, but she was mine. We lived in the apartment above the shop, and every day with my mom was an adventure. We didn't travel far on vacations because of the shop." Natalie used to beg to travel the world the way her friends did on school holidays---Disneyland, Hawaii, London, Japan. Instead, her mom would take her on flights of the imagination to Prince Edward Island, to Sutter's Mill, to Narnia and Sunnybrook Farm, to outer space and Hogwarts. She tried her best to bring her mother back to life with a few key anecdotes and memories smeared by tears. And then she looked down at the page she'd read many times growing up---from The Minpins by Roald Dahl. "The first time my mother read this book to me was after a visit to the Claymore Arboretum. I was five years old, and I believed the dragonflies were fairies, and that tiny sprites rode around on the backs of songbirds. She let me go on thinking that for as long as I pleased. And as far as I'm concerned, that's the best parenting advice ever." She breathed in, imagining the comfortable scent of her mother's bathrobe as they snuggled together for their nightly story. She breathed out, hoping her words would somehow touch her mother one more time. "And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.

This must be how cowboys feel at a rodeo,” Soph muttered. Zach snorted. “Or how Bella felt when Edward carried her up those trees.” “Does this make me your spider monkey?” “I guess it does.

I could hear more than one person shouting my name. But more clearly than all the yelling, I could hear Edward Cullen’s low, frantic voice in my ear. “Bella? Are you all right?” “I’m fine.” My voice sounded strange.

-Así, el león se enamoró de la oveja - Que oveja tan estúpida -Que león tan morboso y masoquista.

Connor perked up like a dog begging for a bone. “Does the almighty Chase Matthews want to be an Edward to her Bella?

Bells, Twilight smells, Edward ran away. Jacob cries, Bella dies, Harry Potter all the way. Hey! -T-shirt

just don’t get it. I’m supernatural. You’re supernatural. Why can’t we have one of those quick pregnancies like Bella and Edward? Gwen from Torchwood. Scully. Deanna Troi. Or even Cordelia when that demon impregnated her. Twenty-four hours later, bam! Demon child.

You read romance novels.” “So?” “So that shit will rot your brain.” “Oh, please, it’s fun, escapist fantasy. It’s also feminist, because it encourages us to explore our own sexual pleasure. Are you afraid women will have too high of standards after reading about being loved by fictional men?” “No, I’m afraid their standards will fall too low.” “What the hell are you talking about?” “Christian Grey has multiple personality disorders caused by intense childhood trauma. Edward Cullen is a controlling stalker who wants to kill Bella by drinking her blood. Mr. Darcy is an arrogant prick with crippling social anxiety and prejudice against the lower class. Yet all these flawed characters have inspired millions of women to think that broken men are somehow ideal, or could be, if only the right woman loved them.

Edward,” Bella said. I froze, staring at her unopened eyes. Had she awakened, caught me here? She looked asleep, yet her voice had been so clear.

I could hear them waiting at the top of the stairs, Alice timing her perfect entrance. My question seemed to be what she was waiting for. “Hey, Edward!” she called as she darted into view. Then she ran—really ran, not in a human way—down the steps and hurtled to a stop just inches from Bella. Carlisle, Esme, and I all froze in surprise, but Bella didn’t so much as flinch, even when Alice sprang forward to kiss her cheek.

Edward,” Bella whispered in her sleep. “Edward… I love you.

Twilight. The vampire book.” His wary eyes study my face. “What about it?” “Okay, so you know how Bella’s blood is extra special? Like how it gives Edward a raging boner every time he’s around her?” “Are you fucking with me right now?

The vision was romantic. The way that Bella in Twilight spent the entirety of the second book trying to throw herself off cliffs for the merest glimpse of Edward. It was possible that I had no idea what love was.

It’s like Edward when Bella walks into class and he covers his nose, avoiding her like she’s some strange illness. It makes me uncomfortable the way he looks at me, but avoids me all in the same breath.