I made a concerned effort to focus. There was something I needed to say. The most important thing. I love you," I said, but it sounded like singing. My voice rang and shimmered like a bell. As i love you,"He told me. Stephenie Meyer More Quotes by Stephenie Meyer More Quotes From Stephenie Meyer There was a different ending to New Moon originally. It was a much quieter book. It was very much all in Bellas head. Stephenie Meyer different moon book If you turned the fabric of our lives over, I imagined the design on the backside would be woven in the bleak grays of doubt and fear. Stephenie Meyer design doubt fear And then writing, it was like I just found it, you know? Like you just found your favorite flavor of ice cream, all of a sudden there it is. 'This is what I should have been doing for the last thirty years. What was I thinking?' So I was, then I was in and then I had to just keep going with it. Stephenie Meyer ice-cream writing thinking And then... as you were sleeping, you said my name. You spoke so clearly, at first I thought you'd woken. But you rolled over restlessly and mumbled my name once more, and sighed. The feeling that coursed through me then was unnerving, staggering. And I knew I couldn't ignore you any longer. Stephenie Meyer names feelings sleep Sometimes ideas feel like they were already there, and that you're just discovering them. Stephenie Meyer discovering sometimes ideas Casting is really exciting. With 'Twilight,' I wasn't involved at all with the casting in the original. They kept me in the loop, which was great. They'd be like, 'Hey Kristen Stewart's gonna do it' and I was like, 'Really? Awesome.' Stephenie Meyer casting hey twilight All I can guess is that when I write, I forget that it's not real. I'm living the story, and I think people can read that sincerity about the characters. They are real to me while I'm writing them, and I think that makes them real to the readers as well. Stephenie Meyer real writing character I don't want to be a vampire. A lot of other people do and I think it's that dual nature - we have, you know, terrifying/intriguing. Stephenie Meyer vampire people thinking I’d noticed that his eyes were black – coal black. Stephenie Meyer his-eyes black eye Love is irrational, I reminded myself. The more you loved someone, the less sense anything made. Stephenie Meyer new-moon made love-is After all I've seen, if I hadn't learned compassion, I wouldn't be worth much. Stephenie Meyer compassion ifs At least I died trying. And I won.I never gave them away. I never hurt them. I did my best to find them. I tried to keep my promise... I die for them. Stephenie Meyer hurt trying promise I hate myself for liking you. Stephenie Meyer i-hate-myself like-you hate Becoming a vampire is forever. You don't get to change your mind about it later. For me, I think that's one of the big drawbacks with anything that's permanent. How do you know how you're going to feel in five years or 10 years? Even with a tattoo. Stephenie Meyer tattoo years thinking Carlisle: "I've seen vampire venom work miracles, but there are conditions that even venom cannot overcome." Stephenie Meyer vampire miracle overcoming His voice was like honey and velvet. "Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty," he murmured, and I recognized the line spoken by Romeo in the tomb. Stephenie Meyer vampire velvet voice "You've experienced the way I can manipulate the emotions around myself, Bella, but I wonder if you realize how the feelings in a room affect me. I live every day in a climate of emotion. For the first century of my life, I lived in a world of bloodthirsty vengeance. Hate was my constant companion." - Jasper Hale Stephenie Meyer vampire hate feelings We're a bit sensitive to blood around here. I'm sure you can understand that. Stephenie Meyer sensitive vampire blood It was very strange, for I knew we were both in mortal danger. Still, in that instant, I felt well. Whole. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the blood pulsing hot and fast through my veins again. My lungs filled deep with the sweet scent that came off his skin. It was like there had never been any hole in my chest. I was perfect - not healed, but as if there had been no wound in the first place. Stephenie Meyer heart sweet blood There's no good story without romance. Stephenie Meyer romance stories love
