Valentina Coluccelli

“Edward,” she mumbled softly.
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.
My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight”
― Stephenie Meyer, Midnight Sun

“She had changed me more than I’d known it was possible for me to change and still remain myself.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Midnight Sun

“«E tu ci credi in Dio, nonno?»
«I poeti ci credono poco in Dio.»
«E perché?»
«Per essere poeti bisogna essere un po' disperati e chi crede in Dio la speranza ce l'ha.»”
― Francesco Ciotti, L'isola dei poeti. Racconti per tutte le età. La Resistenza e i poeti del Circolo del Giudizio

“I had no doubts. I now knew the meaning of the phrase. The greatest joy
of my life was this fragile, brave, warm, insightful girl sleeping so
peacefully nearby. Bella. The very greatest joy that life had to offer me, and
the greatest pain when she was lost.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Midnight Sun