1 Surely it was a good way to die, in place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something. (Bella)
Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain. (Bella)
He unleashed the full, devastating power of his eyes on me, as if trying to communicate something crucial. (Bella)
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. (Bella)
It was hard to believe that someone so beautiful could be real. I was afraid that he might disappear in a sudden puff of smoke, and I would wake up. (Bella)
I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly. (Edward)
What if I’m not a superhero? What if I’m the bad guy?
His voice was like melting honey. I could imagine how much more overwhelming his eyes would be. (Bella)
I don’t think a tank could take out that old monster. (Jacob)
I tried to make my smile alluring, wondering if i was laying it on too thick. He smiled back, though, looking allured. (Bella)
Do I dazzle you? (Edward)
He stared into my eyes, and I saw how light his eyes were, lighter than I’d ever seen them, golden butterscotch. (Bella)
You’re a magnet for accidents-that’s not a broad enough classification. You are a magnet for trouble. If there is anything dangerous within a ten-mile radius, it will invariably find you. (Edward)
Your number was up the first time I met you. (Edward)
I can’t be sure, of course, but I’d compare it to living on tofu and soy milk; we call ourselves vegetarians, our little inside joke. (Edward)
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. (Bella)
Hadn’t you noticed? I’m breaking all the rules now. (Edward)
But outside the door to our Spanish class, leaning against the wall-looking more like a Greek god than anyone had a right to-Edward was waiting for me. (Bella)
I’m absolutely ordinary-well, except for bad things like all the near-death experiences and being so clumsy that I’m almost disabled. (Bella)
His skin was icy as ever, but the trail his fingers left on my skin was alarmingly warm-like I’d been burned, but didn’t feel the pain of it yet. (Bella)
He looks at you like…like you’re something to eat. (Mike)
When we hunt, we give ourselves over to our senses…govern less with our minds. Especially our sense of smell. If you were anywhere near me when I lost control that way… (Edward)
It’s twilight. It’s the safest time of day for us. The easiest time. But also the saddest, in a way…the end of another day, the return of the night. Darkness is so predictable, don’t you think? (Edward)
He grinned his crooked smile at me, stopping my breath and my heart. I couldn’t imagine how an angel could be any more glorius. There was nothing about him that could be improved upon. (Bella)
If I’m going to be alone with you tommorrow, I’m going to take whatever precautions I can. (Edward)
I realized slowly that his words should frighten me. I waited for that fear to come, but all I could seem to feel was an ache for his pain. (Bella)
Edward in the sunlight was shocking. I couldn’t get used to it, though I’d been staring at him all afternoon. His skin, white, despite the faint flush from yesterday’s hunting trip：Literally sparkled, like thousands of tiny diamonds were embedded in the surface. (Bella)
I sat without moving, more frightened of him than I had ever been. I’d never seen him so completely freed of that carefully cultivated f facade. He’d never been less human… or more beautiful. (Bella)
Common sense told me I should be terrified. Instead, I was relieved to finally understand. And I was filled with compassion for his suffering, even now, as he confessed his craving to take my life. (Bella)
You already know how I feel, of course. I’m here… which, roughly translated, means I would rather die than stay away from you. (Bella)
And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…What a stupid lamb. What a sick, masochistic lion. (Edward, Bella, Edward)
If I’d ever feared death before in his presence, it was nothing compared to how I felt now. (Bella）
Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise? (Edward)
Mathilda： Is life always this hard, or is it just when you're a kid?
Léon： Always like this.
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Léon：It's my best friend. Always happy. No questions.
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Mathilda： I don't wanna lose you, Leon.
Léon： You're not going to lose me. You've given me a taste for life. I wanna be happy. Sleep in a bed, have roots. And you'll never be alone again, Mathilda. Please, go now, baby, go. Calm down, go now, go.
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Mathilda：Leon, I think I'm kinda falling in love with you.
(Leon chokes on his milk)
Mathilda： It's the first time for me, you know?
Léon： (wiping himself off)How do you know it's love if you've never been in love before?
Mathilda： 'Cause I feel it.
Mathilda： (stoking her stomach) In my stomach. It's all warm. I always had a knot there and now... it's gone.
Léon： Mathilda, I'm glad you don't have a stomachache any more. I don't think it means anything.
Mathilda：I hope you're not lying. Leon. I really hope that deep down inside there's no love in you. Because if there is...just a little bit of love in there for me...I think that in a few minutes you'll regret you never said anything. I love you. Leon.
玛蒂尔达：我希望你没有说谎 我希望在你内心深处真的对我没有一丁点儿感觉 你最好对我一点感觉都没有
因为只要有那么一点点 你将会后悔你什么都没有对我说 我爱你 里昂
Leon：You need some time to grow up a little.
Matheilda：I finished growing up. Leon.
I just get older.
Leon：For me it's the opposite. I'm old enough.
I need time to grow up.
——I love you,Matheilda.
——Ilove you ,too,leon.