Quotes by Stephenie Meyer

You know, Jacob, if it weren’t for the fact that we’re natural enemies and that you’re also trying to steal away the reason for my existence, I might actually like you.

Odd as this might sound, I suppose I’m glad you’re here, Jacob. [Edward Cullen]

He was silent for a moment, staring out the window into the rain; I imagined he was contemplating the fact that his familys presence was turning the locals into giant dogs.

I wanted the monster back and that was plainly wrong.

Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe.

I wondered how long it could last. Maybe someday, years from now.If the pain would decrease to the point where I could bear it.I would be able to look back on those few short months that would always be the best of my life.

No measure of time with you will be long enough, but well start with forever.

And so the lion fell in love with the lamb. what a stupid lamb. what a sick, masochistic lion.

Strange world isnt it?

You seem more...optimistic than usual, I observed. I havent seen you like this before.Isnt it supposed to be like this? He smiled. The glory of first love, and all that. Its incredible, isnt it, the difference between reading about something, seeing it in pictures, and experiencing it?

Those who lived in peaceful nations had looked the other way as members of their own species starved on their door step.

It was very relaxing to be away from civilization, and this bothered me. I should not have found the loneliness so welcoming.

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

Children in the abstract, had never appealed to me. They seemed to be loud creatures, often dripping some form of goo.

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.

I touched his face. Look, I said. I love you more than everything else in the world combined. Isnt that enough? Yes, it is enough, he answered, smiling. Enough for forever.

In my own opinion (key word), the foundation of feminism is this: being able to choose. The core of anti-feminism is, conversely, telling a woman she cant do something solely because shes a woman—taking any choice away from her specifically because of her gender. ... One of the weird things about modern feminism is that some feminists seem to be putting their own limits on womens choices. That feels backward to me. Its as if you cant choose a family on your own terms and still be considered a strong woman. How is that empowering? Are there rules about if, when, and how we love or marry and if, when, and how we have kids? Are there jobs we can and cant have in order to be a real feminist? To me, those limitations seem anti-feminist in basic principle.

Be happy that after living so many lives, I finally found something to die for

Ive never felt normal, because Im not normal, and I dont wanna be. Ive had to face death and loss and pain in your world, but Ive also never felt stronger, like more real, more myself, because its my world too. Its where I belong.

She sees things — things that might happen, things that are coming. But it’s very subjective. The future isn’t set in stone. Things change.