As I'm sure you've noticed, each page of this fanlisting randomly shows a quote either from Bella's mouth or mind, as said (or thought!) in one of the Twilight series novels. Below is the list that quotes are randomly selected from, in no particular order. Quotes from all of the novels are all mixed up in this list--I may organize it better one day, but for now it'll be a game: see if you can determine which quote came from which novel!
I grimaced at him, resisting the impulse to stick my tounge out at him like a five-year old.
Mike skipped quickly to my side and picked up my books for me. I imagined him with a wagging tail.
I wasn't interesting. And he was. Intresting...and brillant...and mysterious...and perfect...and beautiful...and possibly able to lift full-sized vans with one hand.
"So you are trying to irritate me to death? Since Tyler's van didn't do the job?"
Stupid shiny Volvo owner.
Weren't there any other names available in the late eighteenth century?
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.
"Yeah, it's an off day when I don't get somebody telling me how edible I sound."
"Well it's no irritable grizzly..."
"You'll never catch me betting against Alice."
"I'm betting on Alice."
"Why do you think I haven't been down to La Push to kick your butt for avoiding my phone calls?"
I shook my head sadly. Love is irrational, I reminded myself. The more you love someone, the less sense anything made.
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.
"Jacob, you are absolutely, without a doubt, the most talented and wonderful person I know. You get ten years for this one."
"Did you know, you’re sort of beautiful?"
"When did you ever promise to kill yourself falling out of Charlie's tree?"
"It hurts to think about them," I whispered. "It’s like I can’t breathe...like I’m breaking into pieces."
Like we were connected, the echo of his pain twisted inside me. His pain, my pain.
Tonight the sky was utterly black. Perhaps there was no moon tonight - a lunar eclipse, a new moon. A new moon. I shivered, though I wasn't cold.
"I don't know - who can understand teenage boys? They're a mystery."
Jake could say what he wanted about us being a messed-up pair - I was the one who was truly messed up. I made the werewolf seem downright normal.
I'd had the most amazing hallucination today my velvet voice illusion had yelled at me for nearly five minutes before I'd hit the brake too abrubtly and launched myself into a tree.
Did she get gum in it? Did she sell it? Did all the people she was hapitaptually mean to scalp her?
Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget.
"Which is tempting you more, my blood or my body?"
What if she had love Paris? Not like Romeo. Nothing like that, of course, But enough that she wanted him to be happy, too.
"My mortality. I'm putting it to a vote."
"Okay. What's the punch line?"
As I would always belong to him, so would he always be mine.
"Look at this shoe! It's a death trap!"
Dazed and disoriented, I looked up from the bright red blood pulsing out of my arm—-into the fevered eyes of the six suddenly ravenous vampires.
Well, Gran, you might have noticed that my boyfriend glitters. It's just something he does in the sun. Don't worry about it...
College was Plan B. I was still hoping for Plan A, but Edward was just so stubborn about leaving me human...
Unthinkingly, my fingers traced the crescent-shaped scar on my hand that was always just a few degrees cooler than the rest of my skin.
The thought of Edward ceasing to exist, even if I were dead, was impossibly painful.
What a stupid lamb.
I can't always be Lois Lane.
Edward set a pace that had me running to keep up. But we still couldn't get through the ornate door at the end of the hallway before the screaming started.
To have my eyes so filled with tears that I could not see his features clearly was wasteful--insanity.
I only had until sunset for sure. Like a fairy tale again, with deadlines that ended the magic.
It was heaven--right smack in the middle of hell.
After all, how many ways can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating?
I felt horribly fragile, like one word could shatter me.
This suprised me; my hallucinatory Edwards were usually better fed.
"My mortality. I'm putting it to a vote."
"I would want . . . Carlisle not to have to do it. I would want you to change me."
"If you stay, I don't need heaven."
With Edward back in place, it was almost as if the last eight months were just a disturbing nightmare.
The fairy tale was back on. Prince returned, bad spell broken. I wasn't sure exactly what to do about the leftover, unresolved character. Where was his happy ending?
Like we were connected, the echo of his pain twisted inside me. His pain, my pain.
"I'm already grounded. Why do you think I haven't been down to La Push to kick your butt for avoiding my phone calls?"
I was in danger of being distracted by his livid, glorious face. It was like trying to stare down a destroying angel.
How very inconvenient his little talent could be – when it wasn’t saving my life.
I couldn’t imagine how an angel could be any more glorious.
He laughed, and then began to hum that same, unfamiliar lullaby; the voice of an archangel, soft in my ear.
“Oh, I’m with the vampires, of course.”
The voice I’d walk through fire for – or, less dramatically, slosh every day through the cold and endless rain for.
“Which is tempting you more, my blood or my body?”
But it was ironic, all things considered, that, in the end, I would wind up as a zombie. I hadn’t seen that one coming.
He was my best friend. I would always love him, and it would never, ever be enough.
"I am a neutral country. I am Switzerland."
"Yes, because a vampire slumber party is the pinnacle of safety conscious behaviour."
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