A biography for Bella Forresthasn’t been written yet.
“I love you, Sofia,” I whispered. “And I honestly believe that I could never love another woman for the rest of my life. For the first time in the past five hundred years, I am sincerely thankful for my immortality, because without it, I never would’ve found you.”
“I realized that the whole time I was holding this beautiful stranger in my arms, feeding on her, it felt like I was betraying Sofia.”
“Misery, after all, loves company.”
“Derek’s. Lucas’. Ben’s. It’s beyond me what I must do to make them realize that I’m neither object nor possession. I don’t belong to any of them.”
“The wounded can inflict the most painful wound without hesitation.”
“After all, it seemed far nobler to give up one’s life to the light than to the dark.”
“No. In my eyes, she was most beautiful because at a time when she had every right to be terrified, she managed to show comfort to another person who needed it.”
“Because I don’t believe that you are a slave to what you’ve become. I don’t believe that you simply can’t.”
“Sometimes, that’s the way it is with people. You think you can tell what they are based on the patterns that you see, but when you take a look inside, they’re nothing like you expect them to be.”
“This, Derek, is what you’re going to turn into without her in your life. You can only get worse from here. This is why you need her.”