I wasn’t interesting. And he was. Interesting… and brilliant… and mysterious… and perfect… and beautiful… and possibly able to lift full-sized vans with one hand.
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I turned and he was leaning toward me, his pale, glorious face just inches from mine. My heart stopped beating.



It’s too easy to be myself with you.



The blush on your cheeks is lovely.



I was wishing that I could believe that you were real. And I was wishing that I wasn’t afraid.



I’m the world’s best predator, aren’t I? Everything about me invites you in — my voice, my face, even my smell. As if I need any of that!



I can be patient — if I make a great effort.



Honestly — I’ve seen corpses with better color. I was concerned that I might have to avenge your murder.



I’m essentially a selfish creature. I crave your company too much to do what I should.



It makes me… anxious… to be away from you.






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