She walked almost reverently into the golden light. It gilded her hair and made her fair skin glow. Her fingers trailed over the taller flowers, and I was reminded again of Persephone. Springtime personified. (x)
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Through all these little things, I was able to add the most important quality to my list, the most revealing of them all, as simple as it was rare. Bella was good. All the other things added up to that whole: Kind and self-effacing and unselfish and brave—she was good through and through. And no one seemed aware of that besides me. (x)
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She walked almost reverently into the golden light. It gilded her hair and made her fair skin glow. Her fingers trailed over the taller flowers, and I was reminded again of Persephone. Springtime personified. (x)
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Her happiness had become the most important thing. More important than my own.
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Midnight Sun by Stephenie Meyer
It would always be so for me, too. I would always love this fragile human girl, for the rest of my limitless existence.
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The Twilight Saga + Forever
Stay always, stay forever.
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Edward, you’ve got a big storm coming.
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Midnight Sun + New Moon
I couldn’t fully form the picture in my head. Leaving her. How would I survive? Alice had shown me Bella’s anguish in my absence, but what would she see of me in that version of the future, if she looked? I couldn’t believe I would be anything more than a broken shadow, useless, crumpled, empty.
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Midnight Sun, Epilogue
I envisioned Bella twenty years from now, maturing gracefully into middle age. Like her mother, she would hold on to the image of youth longer than most, but when the lines came, they would not mar her beauty. I imagined her somewhere sunny in a pretty but simple house that was, unless she changed her ways significantly, filled with clutter. Adding to the clutter would be children, two or three. Maybe one boy with Charlie’s curly hair and smile, and a girl who, like Bella, took after her mother. I did not try to picture their father, or think about how his face might be reflected in her children; that was all agony.
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Twilight vs. Midnight Sun: the first time Bella dreamt of Edward vs. the first time he stayed
Twilight
In my dream it was very dark, and what dim light there was seemed to be radiating from Edward’s skin. I couldn’t see his face, just his back as he walked away from me, leaving me in the blackness. No matter how fast I ran, I couldn’t catch up to him; no matter how loud I called, he never turned. Troubled, I woke in the middle of the night and couldn’t sleep again for what seemed like a very long time.
Midnight Sun
She was dreaming of me. Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt as though mine was about to.
“Stay,” she sighed. “Don’t go. Please… don’t go.”
She was dreaming of me, and it wasn’t even a nightmare. She wanted me to stay with her, there in her dream. I struggled to find words to name the feelings that flooded through me, but I had no words strong enough to hold them. For a long moment, I drowned in them. When I surfaced, I was not the same man I had been.
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Twilight vs. Midnight Sun: Bella saying his name vs Edward hearing his
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Midnight Sun by Stephenie Meyer
It made no logical sense that simple contact between this specific area of skin should be so much more powerful than anything I’d yet experienced. It felt as if a new sun was bursting into being where our mouths met, and my whole body was filled to a shatter point with the brilliant light of it.
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The Twilight Saga + every time the titles are mentioned in the book
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Twilight vs. Midnight Sun: Edward thinks he’s scary vs. Bella thinks he’s beautiful
“Do I dazzle you?” I voiced my curiosity impulsively, and then the words were out, and it was too late to recall them.
But before I had time to regret too deeply speaking the words aloud, she answered, “Frequently.” And her cheeks took on a faint pink glow.
I dazzled her.
My silent heart swelled with a hope more intense than I could ever remember having felt before.
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you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me:
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