#twilight

Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#pain #safety #twilight #safety

The cure for our modern maladies is dirt under the fingernails and the feel of thick grass between the toes. The cure for our listlessness is to be out within the invigorating wind. The cure for our uselessness is to take back up our stewardship; for it is not that there has been no work to be done, we simply have not been attending to it. ↗

— L.M. Browning

#cure #faith #god #l-m-browning #meaning

I sneaked out to his house a couple times in the middle of the night to watch over him while he slept, just in case, I dont know, his comic book collection decided to spontaneously combust. This was dumb and admittedly creepy in an Edward Cullen kind of way ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#stalker #twilight #funny

Life sucks, and then you die. Yeah, I should be so lucky. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#life #twilight #life

Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs. ↗

— Roman Payne

#love-songs #morning #paris #quote #roman-payne

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#love

I know you're frustrated that he's keeping you locked up like this, but don't give him too bad a time when he gets back. He loves you more than you know. It terrifies him to be away from you. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#rosalie #twilight #love

I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I’d smelled in eighty years. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#edward-cullen #edward-cullen-quote #midnight-sun #romance #twilight

I want to leave all my friends and the sunlight for a small, rainy town. ↗

— The Harvard Lampoon

#nightlight #paranormal-romance #twilight-parody #urban-fantasy #urban-fantasy

Tilting her face back, he looked into her eyes. They were unfocused, unable to settle on his face. And the same terrifying feeling stole over him once again. An acute fear—a final, painful realization—that her world was one of utter blackness. At last he realized the magnitude of her blindness. He couldn’t imagine never seeing her again. It was like a death, the inevitable conclusion when someone was gone. Why it should hit him now, after all these years, he could not fathom, but it was there, and finally he understood her private hell. He’d told her he would die without sight. Selfish, arrogant bastard, concerned with his own needs, his own perversions to watch himself pleasure her, to study her as she accepted him, to watch their bodies joined. How carelessly he had said that, not thinking of Elizabeth and what she would die for. What she wanted in this life. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#elizabeth #iain #temptation-and-twilight #death