“People always ask, ‘Can you actually act?’….. Well, what the hell do you think I was doing in Twilight? Good or bad, I was acting. It’s the same articles every single time.” — Robert Pattinson
There was no reason for there to be a resemblance. Carlisle was not my father in the basic biological sense. We shared no common features. The similarity in our coloring was a product of what we were; every vampire had the same ice pale skin. The similarity in the color of our eyes was another matter—a reflection of a mutual choice.
And yet, though there was no basis for a resemblance, I’d imagined that my face had begun to reflect his, to an extent, in the last seventy-odd years that I had embraced his choice and followed in his steps. My features had not changed, but it seemed to me like some of his wisdom had marked my expression, that a little of his compassion could be traced in the shape of my mouth, and hints of his patience were evident on my brow.
Only you could be more important than what I wanted… what I needed. What I want and need is to be with you, and I know I’ll never be strong enough to leave again. I have too many excuses to stay — thank heaven for that! It seems you can’t be safe, no matter how many miles I put between us.
Don’t be offended, but you seem to be one of those people who just attract accidents like a magnet. So… try not to fall into the ocean or get run over or anything, all right?
I’m taking it slow
Feeding my flame
Shuffling the cards of your game
The endless amount of times Edward either saved, defended, protected or prolonged the life of Bella
I promise that this will be the last time you’ll see me. I won’t come back. I won’t put you through anything like this again. You can go on with your life without any more interference from me. It will be as if I’d never existed. […] Don’t worry. You’re human — your memory is no more than a sieve. Time heals all wounds for your kind.
New Moon, chapter 3.