“I briefly contemplated my issues with words like fiancé, wedding, husband, etc. I just couldn’t put it together in my head. On the one hand, I had been raised to cringe at the very thought of poofy white dresses and bouquets. But more than that, I just couldn’t reconcile a staid, respectable, dull concept like husband with my concept of Edward. It was like casting an archangel as an accountant; I couldn’t visualize him in any commonplace role.” - Bella Swan Cullen


“How are your feet?” he asked. 
Knowing he didn’t mean that literally, I answered, “Toasty warm.” 
Really? No second thoughts? It’s not too late to change your mind.” 

“Are you trying to ditch me?”
He chuckled. “Just making sure. I don’t want you to do anything you’re not sure about.”
“I’m sure about you. The rest I can live through.”


“Edward frowned. “It wasn’t Victoria in your room.” “She can’t make new friends? Think about it, Edward. If it is Victoria doing this in Seattle, she’s made a lot of new friends. She’s created them.” He considered it, his forehead creased in concentration. “Hmm,” he finally said. “It’s possible. I still think the Volturi are most likely … But your theory — there’s something there. Victoria’s personality. Your theory suits her personality perfectly. She’s shown a remarkable gift for self-preservation from the start — maybe it’s a talent of hers. In any case, this plot would put her in no danger at all from us, if she sits safely behind and lets the newborns wreak their havoc here. And maybe little danger from the Volturi, either…”