Edward: Bella, I can't live in a world where you don't exist.
Edward: How can I put this so that you'll believe me? You're not asleep, and you're not dead. I'm here, and I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didn't want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.
Edward: The odds are always stacked against us. Mistake after mistake. I'll never criticize Romeo again.
Edward: Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars- points of light and reason. And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything.
Edward: I can see where you might confuse me with a nightmare. But I can't imagine what you could have done to wind up in hell. Did you commit many murders while I was away?
Bella: Obviously not. If I was in hell, you wouldn't be with me.
Edward: Isabella Marie Swan. Do you believe that I asked the Volturi to kill me because I felt guilty?
Bella: The way I feel about you will never change. Of course I love you—and there's nothing you can do about it!
Edward: That's all I needed to hear.
Edward: My heart hasn't beat in almost ninety years, but this was different. It was like my heart was gone —like I was hollow. Like I'd left everything that was inside me here with you.
Bella: That's funny.
Bella: I thought it was just me. Lots of pieces of me went missing, too. I haven't been able to really breathe in so long. And my heart. That was definitely lost.
Bella: I don't trust myself to be... enough. To deserve you. There's nothing about me that could hold you.
Edward: Your hold is permanent and unbreakable. Never doubt that.
Bella: The worst the Volturi can do is kill me. You can leave me. The Volturi, Victoria- they're nothing compared to that.
Edward: Your epiphany?
Bella: You love me.
Edward: Truly, I do.
Bella: Do you think I'll ever get better at this? That my heart might someday stop trying to jump out of my chest whenever you touch me?
Edward: I really hope not.
Bella: No matter what might ever happen to me, you are not allowed to hurt yourself!
Bella: I'd rather die than be with Mike Newton. I'd rather die than be with anyone but you.
Edward: Try to sleep, Bella.
Bella: No, I want you to kiss me again.
Edward: You're overestimating my self-control.
Bella: Which is tempting you more, my blood or my body?
Edward: It's a tie.