Stephenie Meyer Quotes

Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore; only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.

There's no ifs and buts or maybes, you're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my loving.

The truth is simple, you do not die from love. You only wish you did.

What I said was I’ll miss you what I meant to say was I love you what I wanted to say was that I meant what I said and it’s funny how all those things I could have said flooded my head after we said goodbye and I should have told you I’d be willing to hold you until my flesh crumbles into bone because I’m willing to die alone but god knows I don’t want to live that way.

Would he have said he loved me? I would ask myself that for the rest of my life.

I dropped my phone on the floor and let the pain assail me. I'd given my heart away to someone who didn't want it. Even knowing that, I didn't regret it. I just wanted him to want me. I just wanted him to love me too.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Last time I saw you, I said that it hurt too much to love you. But I was wrong about that. The truth is it hurts too much not to love you.

I got ramblin', I got ramblin' on my mind. I got ramblin', I got ramblin' all on my mind. Hate to leave my baby, but you treats me so unkind.

I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.

I don't want to live the rest of my life thinking about you and dreaming of what might have been. Stay with me, Allie.

Here's a thing about the death of your mother, or anyone else you love: You can't anticipate how you'll feel afterward. People will tell you; a few may be close to right, none exactly right.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

I have been in love, and in debt, and in drink, this many and many a year.

My favorite songs to sing have always been songs about regret. I don't know why that is, but to me, that's country music.

Grief is so human, and it hits everyone at one point or another, at least, in their lives. If you love, you will grieve, and that's just given.

There is something in the pang of change More than the heart can bear, Unhappiness remembering happiness.

There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery

Belinda stared into the fire for some time, thinking about what she had in her life, and what she had given up; and whether it would be worse to love someone who was no longer there, or not to love someone who was.

Our sweetest hopes rise blooming. And then again are gone, They bloom and fade alternate, And so it goes rolling on. I know it, and it troubles My life, my love, my rest, My heart is wise and witty, And it bleeds within my breast.

Despair is part of love.

Do i really want him dead? What i want... what i want is to have him back.

I cling to my memories of glorious desperation.

My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy. I didn’t want to cause any unhappiness now—in that way, I decided it was probably better than he wasn’t here to see this, though I missed him so much at that moment the ache of it was as bad as the strange pains in my belly.