I Was A Vampire, And She Had

Wanderer: You Don't Really Feel That Way About Me You Know. It's This Body... She's Pretty Isn't She? Ian: She Is. Melanie Is A Very Pretty Girl. Even Beautiful. But Pretty As She Is, She Is A Stranger To Me. She's Not The One I... Care About. Wanderer: It's This Body. Ian: That's Not True At All. It's Not The Face, But The Expressions On It. It's Not The Voice, But What They Say. It's Not How You Look Like In That Body, It's What You Do With It. You Are Beautiful.

It’s Just Been My Experience That Some Kinds Of Working Relationships Are Better Motivated By Fear Than By Monetary Gain.

Forever Is Only The Beginning

Bella: "i'd Say I'm Sorry, But I'm Not." Edward: "and I Should Feel Sorry That You're Not Sorry, But I Don't.

Eight Full Lives,” I Whispered Against His Jaw, My Voice Breaking. “eight Full Lives And I Never Found Anyone I Would Stay On A Planet For, Anyone I Would Follow When They Left. I Never Found A Partner. Why Now? Why You? You're Not Of My Species. How Can You Be My Partner?” “it's A Strange Universe,” He Murmured. “it's Not Fair,” I Complained, Echoing Sunny's Words. It Wasn't Fair. How Could I Find This, Find Love–now, In This Eleventh Hour–and Have To Leave It? Was It Fair That My Soul And Body Couldn't Reconcile? Was It Fair That I Had To Love Melanie, Too?