Britt > Britt's Quotes

“Screwdrivers, women who screw drivers.”
― Paige Toon, Chasing Daisy

“Fall down again, Bella?'
No, Emmett, I punched a werewolf in the face.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Eclipse

“It's strange how the people you care about least, sometimes know you the best. You let your guard down with them because you don't mind that they see you, warts and all.”
― Paige Toon, Chasing Daisy

“My library is an archive of longings.”
― Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

“The trouble with giving yourself a pep talk is, that deep down you know it's all bullshit.”
― Sophie Kinsella, Remember Me?

“Life can be snatched away from you in an instant, but if you don´t give yourself up to love, even with all the risks of losing it, life isn´t worth living.”
― Paige Toon, Chasing Daisy

“Because no one needs to live for ever. I think that sometimes you can outstay your welcome.
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― Gemma Malley, The Declaration

“Don't gobblefunk around with words.”
― Roald Dahl, The BFG

“I believe life is too short to wait and see.”
― Paige Toon

“You see, what I want is life. A real life, full of moments of joy, of anguish, of irritation, of fun. A life with an end point, which makes each second important. A life that is full of love, that doesn't cause suffering and pain.”
― Gemma Malley, The Resistance

“And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…" he murmured. I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word.
"What a stupid lamb," I sighed.
"What a sick, masochistic lion.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

“I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

“Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you”
― Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

“Twilight, again. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

“Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

“So, did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what? I've never seen him act like that.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

“Did you know that 'I told you so' has a brother,Jacob?" she asked cutting me off. "His name is 'Shut the hell up'.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Breaking Dawn

“Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.”
― Stephenie Meyer, New Moon

“The bond forged between us was not one that could be broken by absence, distance, or time. And no matter how much more special or beautiful or brilliant or perfect than me he might be, he was as irreversibly altered as I was. As I would always belong to him, so would he always be mine.”
― Stephenie Meyer, New Moon

“It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“I held you in my hands, Wanderer, and you were beautiful.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“You never know how much time you'll have.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“You. Are. Not. Leaving. Me.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“Fine,' Jared snapped. 'But if you try cuddling up to me tonight... so help me, O'Shea."
Ian chuckled. ' Not to sound overly arrogant, but to be perfectly honest, Jared, were I so inclined, I think I could do better.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“I waited for him to say something more, but he was quiet.
"Was there something you wanted?" I asked.
He didn't answer right away, but I could feel him struggling, so I waited.
"If I asked you something, would you tell me the truth?"
It was my turn to hesitate. "I don't know everything," I hedged.
"You would know this. When we were walking... me and Jeb... he was telling me some things. Things he thought, but I don't know if he's right."
Melanie was suddenly very in my head.
Jamie's whisper was hard to hear, quieter than my breathing. "Uncle Jeb thinks that Melanie might still be alive. Inside there with you, I mean."
Melanie sighed.
I said nothing to either of them.
"I didn't know that could happen. Does that happen?" His voice broke and I could hear that he was fighting tears. He was not a boy to cry, and here I'd grieved him this deeply twice in one day. A pain pierced through the general region of my chest.
"Does it, Wanda?"

"Why won't you answer me?" Jamie was really crying now but trying to muffle the sound.
I crawled off the bed, squeezing into the hard space between the mattress and the mat, and threw my arm over his shaking chest. I leaned my head against his hair and felt his tears, warm on my neck.
"Is Melanie still alive, Wanda? Please?"
He was probably a tool. The old man could have sent him just for this, Jeb was smart enough to see how easily Jamie broke through my defenses.
Jamie's body shook beside me.
Melanie cried. She battered ineffectually at my control.
But I couldn't blame this on Melanie if it turned out to be a huge mistake. I knew who was speaking now.
"She promised she would come back, didn't she?" I murmured. "Would Melanie break a promise to you?"
Jamie slid his arms around my waist and clung to me for a long time. After a few minutes, he whispered. "Love you, Mel."
"She loves you, too. She's so happy that you're here and safe."
He was silent long enough for the tears on my skin to dry, leaving a fine, salty dust behind.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“Her name is Wanda, not it. You will not touch her. Any mark you leave on her, I will double on your worthless hide.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“Perhaps without the lows, the highs could not be reached.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“Ian stood above me, his chest heaving with exertion and fury. For a second he turned away and put the door back in place with one swift wrench. And then he was glowering again.
I took a deep breath and rolled up onto my knees, holding my hands out, palms up, wishing that some magic would appear in them. Something I could give him, something I could say. But my hands were empty.
"You. Are. Not. Leaving. Me." His eyes blazed - burning brighter than I had ever seen them, blue fires.
"Ian," I whispered. "You have to see that... that I can't stay. You must se that."
"No!" he shouted at me.
I cringed back, and, abruptly, Ian crumpled forward, falling to his knees, falling into me. He buried his head in my stomach, and his arms locked around my waist. He was shaking, shaking hard, and loud, desperate sobs were breaking out of his chest.
"No, Ian, no," I begged. This was so much worse than his anger. "Don't, please. Please, don't."
"Wanda," he moaned.
"Ian, please. Don't feel this way. Don't. I'm so sorry. Please."
I was crying too, shaking too, though that might have been him shaking me.
"You can't leave."
"I have to, I have to," I sobbed.
And then we cried wordlessly for a long time.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“Neither heaven nor hell can keep me apart from you, Melanie.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host