Twilight

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, Twilight, 4.Invitation

It's hard to believe how someone so beautiful could be real.

-Bella, Twilight, 5.Blood Type

'I may not give you back, though,' he said with a wicked glint in his eyes.

-Edward, Twilight, 5.Blood Type

The breathtaking crooked smile reappeared

-Twilight, 5.Blood Type

"Aren't you hungry?" he asked, distracted.
"No." I didn't feel like mentioning that my stomach was already full ----- of butterflies.

-Bella, Twilight, 5.Blood Type

"Please?" he breathed, leaning towards me.
I blinked, my mind going blank. Holy cow, how did he do that?

-Bella, Twilight, 5.Blood Type

"What if i'm not a superhero? What if I'm the bad guy?" he smiled playfully but his eyes were impenetrable.

-Edward, Twilight, 5.Blood Type

"Bella." Edward's voice was right beside me, relieved now. "Can you hear me?"
"No," I groaned. "Go away."
He chuckled.

-Twilight, 5.Blood Type

"It makes me...anxious...to be away from you." His eyes were gentle but intense.

-Edward, Twilight, 9.Theory

"Of all the things about me that could frighten you, you worry about my driving" He shook his head in disgust

-Edward, Twilight, 10.Interrogations