Just Snow And Sapphire And Ink.

Before I Tell You My Story," Jasper Said. "you Must Understand That There Are Places In Our World, Bella, Where The Life Span Of The Never-aging Is Measured In Weeks, And Not Centuries.

He Was Giving Up On Keeping Me Alive, Letting Nature–or Rather Mob Justice–take Its Course. When He Returned, And I Was Dead, He Wouldn't Hold Anyone Responsible. He Would Not Mourn. All This I Could Hear In Those Three Words.

Alice Was Scrutinizing My Boring Jeans-and-a-t-shirt Outfit In A Way That Made Me Self-conscious. Probably Plotting Another Makeover. I Sighed. My Indifferent Attitude To Fashion Was A Constant Thorn In Her Side. If I'd Allow It, She'd Love To Dress Me Everyday―perhaps Several Times A Day―like Some Oversized Three-dimensional Paper Doll.

It's Not The End. It's The Beginning.

Bella: How Could I Live With Myself When It’s My Fault? None Of You Should Be Risking Yourselves For Me – Jasper: Bella, Bella, Stop. You’re Worrying All The Wrong Things, Bella. Trust Me On This – None Of Us Are In Jeopardy… Our Family Is Strong. Our Only Fear Is Losing You. Bella: But Why Should You – Alice: It’s Been Almost A Century That Edward’s Been Alone. Now He’s Found You. You Can’t See The Changes That We See, We Who Have Been With Him For So Long. Do You Think Any Of Us Want To Look Into His Eyes For The Next Hundred Years If He Loses You?