So, I just finished New Moon...again, and here are a few things that stuck out for me...some are quotes, some are thoughts.
I'd never seen anything more beautiful--even 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.
Well, clearly I'd gone too far; it must have been a mistake to let my imagination get so out of hand. Okay, so "let" was the wrong word. I'd forced it to get out of hand--pretty much stalked my hallucinations--and now my mind had snapped.
"Edward," I said. His named burned my throat a little on the way out. I could feel the ghost of the hole, waiting to rip itself wide again as soon as he disappeared. I didn't quite see how I was going to survive it this time.
"Don't promise me anything," I whispered. If I let myself hope, and it came to nothing...that would kill me. Where all those merciless vampires had not been able to finish me off, hope would do the job.
Kind of a melancholy post, but I think they're beautiful, nonetheless.
Her existence alone was excuse enough to justify the creation of the entire world.
He had the most beautiful soul, more beautiful than his brilliant mind or his incomparable face or his glorious body.