— Chapter 23, New Moon

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What kind of a place was this? Could a world really exist where ancient legends went wandering around the borders of tiny, insignificant towns, facing down mythical monsters? Did this mean every impossible fairy tale was grounded somewhere in absolute truth? Was there anything sane or normal at all, or was everything just magic and ghost stories?

                                         — New Moon, Chapter 12

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you’re resurrecting the human in me, and everything feels stronger because it’s fresh.

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I knew that if I’d never gone to Forks, I wouldn’t be facing death now. But, terrified as I was, I couldn’t bring myself to regret the decision. 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.

The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me.

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The last was the picture of Edward and me standing awkwardly side by side. The contrast between the two of us was painful. He looked like a god. I looked very average, even for a human, almost shamefully plain.

                                     — Chapter three, New Moon

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“You are an idiot,” he agreed with a laugh. Our eyes met, and I laughed, too. We laughed together at the idiocy and sheer impossibility of such a moment.

                                        — Ch.13

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My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?

                                              — Midnight Sun

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you see it’s not the wings that makes the angel
you just have to move the bats out of your head

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I’d never seen anything more beautiful — even as I ran, gasping and screaming, I could appreciate that. And the last seven months meant nothing. And his words in the forest meant nothing. And it did not matter if he did not want me. I would never want anything but him, no matter how long I lived.

                                                     — new moon, chapter twenty

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                                                      — new moon, chapter 15

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