His familiar husky voice sent a wave of wistfulness through me. A thousand memories spun in my head, tangling together- a rocky beach strewn with driftwood trees, a garage made of plastic sheds, warm sodas in a paper bag, a tiny room with one too-small shabby loveseat. The laughter in his deep-set black eyes, the feverish heat of his big hand around mine, the flash of his white teeth against his dark skin, his face stretching into the wide smile that had always been like a key to a secret door where only kindred spirits could enter. It felt sort of like homesickness, this longing for the place and person who had sheltered me through my darkest night.
Stephenie MeyerLove is simply where it is.
Stephenie MeyerMots clés stephenie-meyer the-host
And the last seven months meant nothing. And his words in the forest meant nothing. And it did not matter if he did not want me. I would never want anything but him, no matter how long I lived.
Stephenie MeyerI just couldn't live in a world where you didn't exist
Stephenie MeyerWe value the individual. We probably put too much emphasis on the individual, if it comes right down to it. How many people, in the abstract, would...let's say Paige....how many people would she sacrifice to keep Andy alive? The answer wouldn't make any sense if you were looking at the whole of humanity as equals.
Stephenie MeyerMots clés aliens parasites jeb the-individual
Isabella Swan?- e olhou-me através das pestanas extremamente longas, com um olhar doirado suave, mas de algum modo ainda incandescente.-Prometo amar-te para sempre, todos os dias da eternidade. Aceitas casar comigo?
Havia muitas coisas que gostava de lhe dizer, muitas delas pouco simpáticas e outras tão lamechas e românticas que ele provavelmente nem sequer sonhara que eu seria capaz de as dizer. Em vez de me envergonhar com qualquer uma, murmurei:
- Sim
As long as I was on my way to hell I might as well enjoy the journey.
Stephenie MeyerIt was hard to believe that someone so beautiful could be real. I was afraid that he might disappear in a sudden puff of smoke, and I would wake up.
Stephenie Meyerdrenching his shirt with saltwater
Stephenie MeyerMots clés stupid vampire twilight-saga can-t-write
Say it...out loud.
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