Midnigh Sun quotes:

Rather unimaginative. Just the barest hint of scandal. Not an ounce of horror. I‘m a little disappointed. – Edward Cullen

And yet, though her thoughts had been so clear in her odd eyes – odd, because of the depth of them; brown eyes often seemed flat in their darkness – I could hear nothing but silence from the place she was sitting. – Edward Cullen

Beneath the transient humor, I felt a strange impulse, one I did not clearly understand. It had something to do with the vicious edge to Jessica’s thoughts that the new girl was unaware of… I felt the strangest urge to step in between them, to shield this Bella Swan from the darker workings of Jessica’s mind. What an odd thing to feel. – Edward Cullen

Perhaps, though, sitting beside her, I’d be able to flush out her secrets…not that I’d ever needed close proximity before…not that I would find anything worth listening to… - Edward Cullen

Why don’t you punch through the wall while you’re at it? It would look more impressive if you did it, baby. – Rosalie Hale, Emmett Cullen.

I hadn’t realized the boy harbored any ill will towards me. This was a new development, about as recent as the girl’s arrival it seemed. Even more interesting, I found – to my surprise – that the feeling was mutual. – Edward Cullen.

I didn’t listen to whatever this made her think – I was having too much fun watching he girl check her snow chains. – Edward Cullen.

How many times did her mother drop her? – Carlisle Cullen.

I envied him more than his control. I ached for the difference between Carlisle and me – that he could touch her so gently, without fear, knowing he would never hurt her… - Edward Cullen.

Like a furious kitten, soft and harmless, and so unaware of her vulnerability. – Edward Cullen

Bite me – Edward Cullen.

The sound of my name on her lips did strange things to my body. If I’d had a heartbeat, it would have quickened. – Edward Cullen.

Right now – with her dark hair tangled and wild around her pale face, wearing a threadbare t-shirt full of holes with tatty sweatpants, her features relaxed in unconsciousness, her full lips slightly parted – she took my breath away. Or would have, I thought wryly, if I were breathing. – Edward Cullen.

Could a dead, frozen heart break? It felt like mine would. – Edward Cullen.
Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to. – Edward Cullen.

So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight? – Edward Cullen.

Believe me, I wanted to say. I’ve tried. Oh, and also, I’m wretchedly in love with you. – Edward Cullen.

A thrill shot through me when she spoke my name. – Edward Cullen.

I felt a powerful urge to get up and go to her side, to comfort her somehow… - Edward Cullen.

Being near her made it hard to make sense of my own thoughts. – Edward Cullen.

,, I’ll see you in class then, “I said, trying for casual again, staring down at the whirling lid. And, by the way, I adore you…in frightening, dangerous ways. – Edward Cullen.

Staring at her mouth made me feel strange. Made me want to move closer to her, which was not a good idea. – Edward Cullen.

What if it had been Bella imagining me with my arms wrapped around her fragile body? Feeling me pull her tightly against my chest and then cupping my hand under her chin? Brushing the heavy curtain of her hair back from the blushing face? Tracing the shape of her full lips with my fingertips? Leaning my face closer to hers, where I could feel the heat of her breath on my mouth? Moving closer still… - Edward Cullen.

Stop it, Mom, you’re making me blush. – Edward Cullen.

I really am trying not to be too much of an insensitive jerk, but, since that’s sort of my natural state… - Emmett Cullen.

So, Bella, I was following your scent through the woods after I left your room where I’d been watching you sleep… Yes, that would be quite the ice breaker. - Edward Cullen.

I had to kill him. I would peel him slowly apart, piece by piece, skin from muscle, muscle from bone… - Edward Cullen.

He can’t be real. I must be asleep. Maybe she’ll disappear…maybe I’ll write my number on his plate with ketchup… - The hostess.

Her lips, her skin… They looked so soft. I wanted to touch them. - Edward Cullen.

As long as I was on my way to hell – I might as well enjoy the journey. - Edward Cullen.

Twice her hand twitched toward me and then she would snatch it back. It looked like she wanted to touch me… My breath sped. - Edward Cullen.

Edward freaking CULLEN! Life is so unfair. – Jessica Stanley.

A wayward strand of her hair, slightly damp from the fog, draped across her shoulder and curled around where her collar bone was hidden by the ridiculous sweater. It drew my eyes…pulled them across the other hidden lines…
I reached for it carefully, not touching her skin – the morning was chill enough without my touch – and twisted it back into place in her untidy bun so that it wouldn’t distract me again. I remembered when mike Newton touched her hair, and my jaw flexed at the memory. She had flinched away from him then. Her reaction now was nothing the same; instead, there was a slight widening in her eyes, a rush of blood under her skin, and a sudden, uneven thumping of her heart. - Edward Cullen.

She smiled a tiny smile, and I laughed out loud, interrupting Mr. Manson’s announcements. I tried to turn the laugh into a cough, but no one was fooled. - Edward Cullen.

Must be a female thing. - Edward Cullen.

She leaned toward me, her hand cupped lightly around her throat. It drew my eye – distracted me. How soft that skin must feel… - Edward Cullen.

My hand lifted without a conscious command for it to do so. As gently as if she were made of the thinnest glass, as if she were fragile as a bubble, my fingers stoked the warm skin that covered her cheekbone. It heated under my touch, and I could feel the pulse of blood speed beneath her transparent skin.
Enough, I ordered, though my hand was aching to shape itself it he side of her face. Enough.
It was difficult to pull my hand back, to stop myself from moving closer to her than I already was. A thousand different possibilities ran through my mind in an instant – a thousand different ways to touch her. The tip of my finger tracing the shape of her lips. My palm cupping under her chin. My arms winding around her waist, holding her against the length of my body.
Enough.
I forced myself to turn, to move away from her. My body moved stiffly – unwilling. – Edward Cullen.