Stephenie Meyer’s “Twilight” Quotes (80 Quotes)

Hasn't anyone ever told you? Life isn't fair.

I miss you when you're not there. When you're happy, it makes me happy. But I could say the same thing about Charlie, Jacob. You're family. I love you, but I'm not in love with you.

It was amazing how instantaneously the choking fear vanished, amazing how suddenly the feeling of security washed over me - even before I was off the street - as soon as I heard his voice.

That was the first night I dreamed of Eward Cullen.

You're still waiting for the running and the screaming, aren't you?

He looks at you like...like you're something to eat.

I peeked up at him one more time, and regretted it. He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind.

It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape.

Thats the beautiful thing about being human: Things change.

You've got a bit of a temper, don't you?

Alice is the most… supportive.

He raised his hand, hesitant, conflict raging in his eyes, and then swiftly brushed the length of my cheekbone with his fingertips. His skin was as icy as ever, but the trail his fingers left on my skin was alarmingly warm - like I'd been burned, but didn't feel the pain of it yet.

I said it would be better if we weren't friends, not that I didn't want to be.

It's not the end. It's the beginning.

The right thing isn't always real obvious. Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else. So...good luck figuring that out.

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.

He sparked on his body that reflect like mini mirrors of diamond

I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.

It's too easy to be myself with you.

The sun was hot on my skin, too bright as it bounced off the white concrete and blinded me. I felt dangerously exposed. More fiercely than I would have dreamed I was capable of, I wished for the green, protective forest of Forks . . . of home.

And then, as the room went black, I was suddenly hyperaware that Edward was sitting less than an inch from me. I was stunned by the unexpected electricity that flowed through me, amazed that it was possible to be more aware of him than I already was. A crazy impulse to reach over and touch him, to stroke his perfect face just once in the darkness, nearly overwhelmed me. I crossed my arms tightly across my chest, my hands balling into fists. I was losing my mind.

He wished he hadn't pulled me from the path of Tyler's van - there was no other conclusion I could come to.

I was consumed by the mystery Edward presented. And more than a little obsessed by Edward himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I wasn't as eager to escape Forks as I should be, as any normal, sane person would be.

It's twilight. It's the safest time of day for us. The easiest time. But also the saddest, in a way...the end of another day, the return of the night. Darkness is so predictable, don't you think?

The wasting of finite resources is everyones business

Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise?

He's got to let go of you sometime.

I was thinking about how disjointedly time seemed to flow in Forks, passing in a blur at times, with single images standing out more clearly than others. And then, at other times, every second was significant, etched in my mind. I knew exactly what caused the difference, and it disturbed me.

I've never thought about dying, But dying in the place of someone I love seems like a good way to go.

What is she to me? Except a menace - a danger you've chosen to inflict on all of us.

Because there was nothing more terrifying to me, more excruciating, than the thought of turning away from him. it was an impossibility.

I can do this, I lied to myself feebly. No one was going to bite me.

I wondered to myself why no one else had seen him standing so far away, before he was suddenly, impossibly saving my life. With chagrin, I realized the probable cause - no one else was as aware of Edward as I always was. No one else watched him the way I did. How pitiful.

I've never tried to keep a specific person alive before, and it's much more troublesome than I would have believed. But that's probably just because it's you. Ordinary people seem to make it through the day without so many catastrophes.

When life offers you a dream so far beyond your expectations its unreasonable to grieve when it comes to and end.

Because when I thought of him, of his voice, his hypnotic eyes, the magnetic force of his personality, I wanted nothing more than to be with him right now.

I can feel what you're feeling now - and you are worth it.

I'd noticed that his eyes were black - coal black.

Just because I'm resisting the wine doesn't mean I can't appreciate the bouquet.

Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.

Bella, it's not my fault if you are exceptionally unobservant.

I can't be sure, of course, but I'd compare it to living on tofu and soy milk; we call ourselves vegetarians, our little inside joke. - Edward Cullen

I'd rather know what you're thinking - even if what you're thinking is insane.

Kryptonite doesn't bother me, either.

You dont know how hard it was for me to take you and leave them alive.

Carlisle has a theory...he believes that we all bring something of our strongest human traits with us into the next life, where they are intensified - like our minds, and our senses.

I decided as long as I'm going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.

If you could live forever what would you live for?

Making decisions was the painful part for me, the part I agonized over. But once the decision was made, I simply followed through-usually with relief that the choice was made. Sometimes the relief was tainted by despair, like my decision to come to Forks. But it was still better than wrestling with the alternatives.

You really should stay away from me.