Children in the abstract, had never appealed to me. They seemed to be loud creatures, often dripping some form of goo. Stephenie Meyer More Quotes by Stephenie Meyer More Quotes From Stephenie Meyer I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars. Stephenie Meyer beautifulbeautylife Nature taking its course - hunter and prey, the endless circle of life and death. Stephenie Meyer hunterslife-and-deathcircles You are safe inside your mind. No one can reach you there. Stephenie Meyer eclipsesafemind Who gives an island as a gift? I frowned. I hadn’t realized Edward’s extreme generosity was a learned behavior. Bella Stephenie Meyer generosityislandsgiving I grew up in a community where it was not the exception to be a good girl. It was sort of expected. And all of my friends were good girls too, and my boyfriends were good boys. Everybody was pretty nice. And that affects how I write my characters. There aren't very many bad guys in my novels. Stephenie Meyer nicegirlcharacter My first feeling was that there was no way to continue. Writing isn't like math;in math, two plus two always equals four no matter what your mood is like. With writing, the way you feel changes everything. Stephenie Meyer mathwritingtwo Like all bullies, they’re cowards underneath the swagger Stephenie Meyer bullycowardswagger => When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile. => Never tell your problems to anyone...20% don't care and the other 80% are glad you have them. => It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives. Stephenie Meyer caremissinggiving Sometimes you have to learn to love what's good for you. Stephenie Meyer new-moonsometimes Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin. Stephenie Meyer heroinbrandstwilight I tried to concentrate on the angel's voice instead. "Bella, please! Bella, listen to me, please, please, please, Bella, please!" he begged. Yes, I wanted to say. Anything. But I couldn't find my lips. "Carlisle!" the angel called, agony in his perfect voice. "Bella, Bella, no, oh please, no, no!" And the angel was sobbing tearless, broken sobs. The angel shouldn't weep, it was wrong. I tried to find him, to tell him everything was fine, but the water was so deep, it was pressing on me, and I couldn't breathe. Stephenie Meyer agonyvoiceangel Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars, points of light and reason. ...And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason, for anything. Stephenie Meyer valentines-dayloveromantic Life and love go on. Stephenie Meyer life-and-loveand-lovegoes-on Sometimes, fact mixed with fiction so thoroughly that, though no lies were told, it was hard to remember what was strictly true. Stephenie Meyer lyingfactsfiction As long as you like me the best. And you think I’m good-looking—sort of. I’m prepared to be annoyingly persistent. Stephenie Meyer blacklongthinking 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. Stephenie Meyer effortappreciatetrying When he left, you spent all your energy holding on to him. You could be happy if you let go. Stephenie Meyer holding-onenergyletting-go They call her my singer—because her blood sings for me. Stephenie Meyer new-moonsingersblood Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk. Stephenie Meyer linestwilightremember In the dead silence, all the details suddenly fell into place for me with a burst of intuition. Something Edward didn't want me to know. Something that Jacob wouldn't have kept from me.... It was never going to end, was it? Stephenie Meyer vampireintuitionsilence
