Happy And Sad, Elated And Miserable, Secure

My Last Night As Isabella Swan. Tomorrow Night, I Would Be Bella Cullen. Though The Whole Marriage Ordeal Was A Thorn In My Side, I Had To Admit That I Liked The Sound Of That. - Bella Swan

My Mother Is Part Albino." Bella Swan

I Think Being A Teenager Is Such A Compelling Time Period In Your Life--it Gives You Some Of Your Worst Scars And Some Of Your Most Exhilarating Moments. It's A Fascinating Place; Old Enough To Feel Truly Adult, Old Enough To Make Decisions That Affect The Rest Of Your Life, Old Enough To Fall In Love, Yet, At The Same Time Too Young (in Most Cases) To Be Free To Make A Lot Of Those Decisions Without Someone Else's Approval.

I Tried To Concentrate On The Angel's Voice Instead. "bella, Please! Bella, Listen To Me, Please, Please, Please, Bella, Please!" He Begged. Yes, I Wanted To Say. Anything. But I Couldn't Find My Lips. "carlisle!" The Angel Called, Agony In His Perfect Voice. "bella, Bella, No, Oh Please, No, No!" And The Angel Was Sobbing Tearless, Broken Sobs. The Angel Shouldn't Weep, It Was Wrong. I Tried To Find Him, To Tell Him Everything Was Fine, But The Water Was So Deep, It Was Pressing On Me, And I Couldn't Breathe.

Laughter Was Like A Fresh Breeze - It Cleaned Its Way Through The Body Making Everything Feel Good. Did Other Species Have Such A Simple Healer?