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A man is but the product of his thoughts.
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About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was part of him — and I didn't know how potent that part might be — that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
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Albert Camus Quotes
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Andy Rooney
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As far as I was aware, he'd never shot the gun on the job. But he kept it ready.
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I can do this, I lied to myself feebly. No one was going to bite me.
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I tried to be diplomatic, but mostly I just lied a lot.
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I was wearing my favorite shirt — sleeveless, white eyelet lace. It was a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a parka.
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I wasn't interesting. And he was. Interesting...and brilliant...and mysterious...and perfect...and beautiful...and possibly able to lift full-sized vans with one hand.
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I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason enough in the last few months — but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.
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If I was being honest with myself, I knew I was eager to get to school because I would see Edward Cullen.
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It looked like clouds and a sense of humor didn't mix. A few months of this and I'd forget how to use sarcasm.
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It was beautiful, of course; I couldn't deny that. Everything was green: the trees, their trunks covered with moss, their branches hanging with a canopy of it, the ground covered with ferns. Even the air filtered down greenly through the leaves.
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When he touched me, it stung my hand as if an electric current had passed through us.
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When I landed in Port Angeles, it was raining. I didn't see it as an omen — just unavoidable. I'd already said my goodbyes to the sun.
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When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.
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Where was the feel of the institution? ... Where were the chain link fences, the metal detectors?
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Where, Oh Where Has My Piglet Gone?