For some reason, my temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. I usually cried when I was angry, a humiliating tendency.
Stephenie Meyer…I found myself reveling in the aloneness instead of being lonely.
Stephenie MeyerI don’t like to lie – so there’d better be a good reason why I’m doing it.
Stephenie MeyerBella, I couldn’t live with myself if I ever hurt you. You don’t know how it’s tortured me. The thought of you, still, white, cold… to never see you blush scarlet again, to never see that flash of intuition in your eyes when you see through my pretenses… it would be unendurable. You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever.
Stephenie MeyerYou know, there was a time when childbirth was possibly the most terrifying thing you could do in your life, and you were literally looking death in the face when you went ahead with it. And so this is a kind of flashback to a time when that's what every woman went through. Not that they got ripped apart, but they had no guarantees about whether they were going to live through it or not.
You know, I recently read - and I don't read nonfiction, generally - Becoming Jane Austen. That's the one subject that would get me to go out and read nonfiction. And the author's conclusion was that one of the reason's Jane Austen might not have married when she did have the opportunity...well, she watched her very dear nieces and friends die in childbirth! And it was like a death sentence: You get married and you will have children. You have children and you will die. (Laughs) I mean, it was a terrifying world.
Mots clés horror jane-austen childbirth breaking-dawn
You'd think I was shoving bamboo splinters under your nails. (Alice from Twilight)
Stephenie MeyerMots clés twilight alice-cullen
~i love it when he kisses me; I bite his lip to drink his blood like it is a fruity drink.
Stephenie MeyerLife and love would go on. Even though it would happen without me, the idea brought me joy.
Stephenie MeyerI missed the mother I’d never known and mourned for her suffering now. Perhaps there could be no joy on this planet without an equal weight of pain to balance it out on some unknown scale.
Stephenie MeyerHe was supposed to be my enemy. He was probably insane. And he was my friend. Not that he wouldn’t kill me if things turned out that way, but he wouldn’t like doing it. With humans, what more could you ask of a friend?
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