I'd been broken beyond repair.

Que Quowle" -stay with me forever-

It never made sense for you to love me.

I love a happy ending. They are so rare.

The absence of him is everywhere I look.

You don't get a lot of suicidal vampires.

I'd rather die than be with anyone but you.

Why can you believe the lie, but not the truth?

You are so bizarre, even for a human." "Thanks.

They call her my singer—because her blood sings for me.

We'll go back to the moon by not learning anything new.

The only thing that can hurt me is being apart from you.

Sometimes you have to learn to love what's good for you.

I think she's having hysterics. Maybe you should slap her.

Try not to trip. We don’t have time for a concussion today.

Speaking of which, would you like to explain to me how you’re alive

I wish there had been someone there to vote no for me -Rosalie Cullen

love gave someone the power to break you. I'd been broken beyond repair.

The part that kills me is that you already know. I already told you everything!

Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore.

Did you know, you're sort of beautiful?' 'You hit your head pretty hard, didn't you?

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

After all, how many ways can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating?

Love is irrational, I reminded myself. The more you loved someone, the less sense anything made.

But the absence of him is everywhere I look. It's like a huge hole has been punched through my chest.

Day is pushed out by day, and each new moon hastens to its death. [Lat., Truditur dies die, Novaeque pergunt interire lunae.]

The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.

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