— Chapter 23, New Moon
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
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
— new moon, chapter 15
As much as I struggled not to think of him, I did not struggle to forget. I worried — late in the night, when the exhaustion of sleep deprivation broke down my defenses — that it was all slipping away. That my mind was a sieve, and I would someday not be able to remember the precise color of his eyes, the feel of his cool skin, or the texture of his voice. I could not think of him, but I must remember him. Because there was just one thing that I had to believe to be able to live — I had to know that he existed. That was all. Everything else I could endure. So long as he existed.
— chapter four