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Edward
and
Bella
When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end. Bella Swan, Twilight, Preface, p.1
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. Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 1, p.24
I vividly remembered the flat black color of his eyes the last time he’d glared at me — the color was striking against the background of his pale skin and his auburn hair. Today, his eyes were a completely different color: a strange ocher, darker than butterscotch, but with the same golden tone. Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 2, p.46
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. Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 4, p.79
I didn’t know if there ever was a choice, really. I was already in too deep. Now that I knew — if I knew — I could do nothing about my frightening secret. 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. Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 7, p.139
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was part of him — and I didn’t know how potent that part might be — that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 9, p.195
He drives like a maniac. It was terrifying. Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 10, p.202
But outside the door to our Spanish class, leaning against the wall — looking more like a Greek god than anyone had a right to — Edward was waiting for me. Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 10, p.206
His face startled me — his expression was torn, almost pained, and so fiercely beautiful that the ache to touch him flared as strong as before. My goodbye stuck in my throat. 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. Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 11, p.220
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. Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 12, p.248
Edward in the sunlight was shocking. I couldn’t get used to it, though I’d been staring at him all afternoon. His skin, white despite the faint flush from yesterday’s hunting trip, literally sparkled, like thousands of tiny diamonds were embedded in the surface. Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 13, p.260
His cold touch on my skin never failed to make my heart thud erratically. Twice, when that happened, I caught a look on his face that made me sure he could somehow hear it. Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 12, p.257
His run was more aggressive, a cheetah rather than a gazelle, and he quickly overtook them. The grace and power took my breath away. Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 17, p.367
What if I’m not a superhero? What if I’m the bad guy? Edward Cullen, Twilight, Chapter 5, p.92
iwant added this comment 2010-09-06 13:48:01-05:00
love it!!!
iwant added this comment 2010-09-06 13:48:01-05:00
love it!!!