Hate Is A Passionate Emotion.

He Raised His Hand, Hesitant, Conflict Raging In His Eyes, And Then Swiftly Brushed The Length Of My Cheekbone With His Fingertips. His Skin Was As Icy As Ever, But The Trail His Fingers Left On My Skin Was Alarmingly Warm - Like I'd Been Burned, But Didn't Feel The Pain Of It Yet.

Fall Down Again, Bella?' No, Emmett, I Punched A Werewolf In The Face.

Go Jump Off A Cliff, Leah.

I Know You Think That I Have Some Kind Of Perfect, Unyielding Self-control, But That's Not Actually The Case. - Edward Cullen

Bella: "should I Be Afraid?" Edward: "terrified."