Hate Is A Passionate Emotion.

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.

Perhaps There Could Be No Joy On This Planet Without An Equal Weight Of Pain To Balance It Out On Some Unknown Scale.

I Was An Empty Shell. Like A Vacant House―condemned―for Months I'd Been Utterly Uninhabitable. Now I Was A Little Improved. The Front Room Was In Better Repair. But That Was All―just The One Small Piece. He Deserved Better Than That―better Than A One-room, Falling-down Fixer-upper. No Amount Of Investment On His Part Could Put Me Back In Working Order.

How Was I Ever Going To Fight The Blurring Lines In Our Relationship When I Enjoyed Being With Him So Much?

Whatever End Found Us, It Would Not Find Us Separated. -- Bella Cullen