Stephenie Meyer

Stephenie Meyer

American author
24 December 1973 —

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I’ll be back so soon you won’t have time to miss me. Look after my heart - I’ve left it with you.

You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. It will always be yours.

I promise to love you forever - every single day of forever.

In so many millennia, the humans never did figure love out. How much is physical, how much in the mind? How much accident and how much fate? Why did perfect matches crumble and impossible couples thrive? [...] Love simply is where it is.

No point in ignoring the truth. Doesn’t make it worse to have it said out loud.

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 things you do with it. You are beautiful.

If I were a Dolphin or a Bear or a Flower, it wouldn’t matter. I would always love you, always remember you. You will be my only partner.

Perhaps there could be no joy on this planet without an equal weight of pain to balance it out on some unknown scale.

You never know how much time you`ll have.

You held out your hand, and I took it without stopping to make sense of what I was doing. For the first time in almost a century, I felt hope.

When I stared up at the jeweled sky, it was as if there were an obstruction between my eyes and their beauty. The obstruction was a face, just an unremarkable human face, but I couldn`t quite seem to banish it from my mind.

As long as I was on my way to hell - I might as well enjoy the journey.

No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.

I want to stay right here and never move. I want to love you and make you happy. And I can`t, and it`s killing me.

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.