Why am I covered in feathers Stephenie Meyer More Quotes by Stephenie Meyer More Quotes From Stephenie Meyer I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I’d smelled in eighty years. Stephenie Meyer twilight blood years I was ninety-nine point nine percent sure that I was dreaming. Stephenie Meyer ninety-nine percent dream I came to witness. I stay to fight. Stephenie Meyer breaking-dawn fighting twilight Your scent is like a drug to me like my own personal brand of heroin. Stephenie Meyer scent drug twilight But what if it were you? What if you were stuffed in a human body and let loose on this planet only to find yourself lost among your own kind? What if you were such a good person that you tried to save the life that you'd taken that you almost died trying to get her back to her family? What if you then found yourself surrounded by violent aliens who hated you and tried to hurt you and tried to murder you over and over again? What if you just kept doing whatever you could to save and heal people despite that? Wouldn't you deserve a life too? Wouldn't you have earned that much? Stephenie Meyer taken hurt people Our relationship couldn't continue to balance, as it did, on the point of a knife. We would fall off one edge or the other, depending entirely upon his decision, or his instincts. My decision was made, made before I'd ever consciously chosen, and I was committed to seeing it through. Because there was nothing more terrifying to me, more excruciating, than the thought of turning away from him. It was an impossibility. Stephenie Meyer knives decision fall 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. Stephenie Meyer sorry sea baby How sad. How frightening. To be filled with so much hate that you could not even rejoice in the healing of a child...How did anyone ever come to that point? Stephenie Meyer hate healing children I know Okay, Sorry. I am. Look, I'm human. It's hard to be fair sometimes. We don't always feel the right thing, do the right thing Stephenie Meyer sorry sometimes looks Why does Ian think I have to kiss you? Stephenie Meyer kissing doe thinking I can hear them on the floor below. They will find me in miuntes, or seconds. I scrawl the words on a dirty shred of newsprint. They are nearly illegible, but if he finds them, he will understand: 'Not fast enough. Love you love Jamie. Don't go home' Not only do I break their hearts, I steal their refuge, too. I picture our little canyon abandoned, as it must be forever now. Or if not abandoned, a tomb. Stephenie Meyer love-you home dirty Melanie still grieves for Jared," she stated. I felt my head nod without willing the action. "You grieve for him." I closed my eyes. "The dreams continue?" "Every night," I mumbled. "Tell me about then." Her voice was soft, persuasive. "I don't like to talk about them." "I know. Try. It might help." "How? How will it help to tell you that I see his face every time I close my eyes? That I wake up and cry when he's not there? That the memories are so strong I can't separate hers from mine anymore? Stephenie Meyer strong dream memories I flicked on the light beside my bed, waiting for my breathing to slow, veins full of adrenaline from the realistic dream. A new dream, but in essence so much the same as the many others that had plagued me in the past months. No, not a dream. Surely a memory. I could still feel the heat of Jared's lips on mine. My hands reached out without my permission, searching across the rumpled sheets, looking for something they didn't find. My heart ached when they gave up, falling to the bed limp and empty. Stephenie Meyer dream memories fall Please don't run away. And, um, I'd rather you didn't kick me again either. Stephenie Meyer running-away please running My name is Jared Howe. I haven't spoken to another human being in more than two years, so I'm sure I must seem...a little crazy to you. Stephenie Meyer crazy names years Good luck, little Wanderer, good luck. How I wish you didn't need it. Stephenie Meyer good-luck wish needs It's like pain, this pleasure. Stephenie Meyer pleasure pain Look, just stop trying to annihilate yourself, okay? Because if I think you can do it, I'll make Doc pull me out today. Or I'll tell Jared. Just imagine what he would do. I imagined it for her, smiling a little through my tears. Remeber? He said no guarantees about what he would or wouldn't do to keep you here. I though of those buring kisses in the hall...thought of other kisses and other nights in her memory. My face warmed as I blushed. You fight dirty. You bet I do. Stephenie Meyer fighting memories dirty Thank you, Wanda. My sister. I will never forget you. Be happy, Mel. Enjoy it all. Appreciate it for me. Stephenie Meyer forget-you never-forget appreciate But the absence of him is everywhere I look. It's like a huge hole has been punched through my chest. Stephenie Meyer twilight-movie new-moon looks
