"Эдвард должен быть счастлив. чего бы мне это не стоило."
меня эта фраза просто до слёз доводит...

"That was true. Edward was here, with his arms around me.
I could face anything s long, as that was true.
I squared my shoulders and wlked forward to meet my fate, with my destiny solidly at my side."
а в русском там вообще супер"с тем,кого назваю своей судьбой."

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(так хотелось сбросить ему на голову рояль....)

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"Что мне сказать, чтобы ты мне поверила? Ты не спишь, и не умерла. Я — здесь, и я люблю тебя. Я всегда любил тебя, и я буду всегда любить тебя."

"Видишь ли, я не могу существовать в мире, где нет тебя…"

"Это будет так, как будто меня никогда не было.

It will be as though I never existed."особенно на англ...я кода читала,сто раз этот момент перечитывала..казалось,что мне показалось,что там написано..

"…это был голос, который я узнаю всегда – во сне и наяву, или даже если я буду мертвой, держу пари. На звук этого голоса я шла бы через огонь, пожар, или, что менее драматично, слякоть и каждодневный бесконечный холодный дождь."

а теперь момент на котором пролито вёдра слёз.:
Пол в моей комнате гладкий, деревяный. Касаюсь его ступнями, теперь ладонями, а теперь — виском. Милый Господи, пусть я потеряю сознание! Увы… Волны страшной боли, прежде лизавшие ноги, поднялись и накрыли с головой.
А мне и не хотелось всплывать…
ОКТЯБРЬ
НОЯБРЬ
ДЕКАБРЬ
ЯНВАРЬ

а здесь я пришла в себя...просто первый раз,когда читала новлуние,это происходило ночью..8 часов подряд...практически без перерывов..тоесть книгу я пережила..:
— Белла, ты меня оскорбляешь! Я делаю тебе предложение, а оно принимается за шутку…
— Эдвард, пожалуйста, давай серьезно!
— Да я сама серьезность!
— Слушай, мне только восемнадцать.
— А мне почти сто десять — самое время остепениться!

люблю элис..и этот диалог,он близок мне:
— А если не выживешь?
— Ну, это мой любимый расклад.
— Ты очень странная, даже для смертной.
— Спасибо.

*Я думала, что Джейкоб излечит меня от незаживающей раны в груди — или заполнит ее чем-нибудь, не давая ей больше так сильно болеть. Я ошибалась. Он просто вырезал еще одну дыру. Теперь во мне было столько дыр, что я была похожа на швейцарский сыр. Удивительно, почему я еще не рассыпалась на части.

*Edward: “Do you want me to sing to you? I’ll sing all night if it will keep the bad dreams away.”

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It will be as if I'd never existed.

Maybe, if I were very,very,very lucky,I would somehow be able to save Edward. But I wasn't so stupid as to think that saving him would mean that I could stay with him. I was no different, no more special than I'd been before. There would be no new reason for him to want me now. Seeing him and losing him again... I fought back against the pain. This was the price I had to pay to safe his life. I would pay it

Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget - it was a hard line to walk

Лес, мшистые деревья и давящая на барабанные перепонки тишина. Темно, как в сумерках пасмурного дня, а света хватает, только чтоб понять - вокруг пустота.

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Это в 5 главе, когда Белла описывет свой кошмар. На русский очень красиво перевели

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Thank you. I will never be able to tell you how grateful I am. I will owe you for the rest of my existence rest of my… existence. (Edward)

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But I wasn't so stupid as to think that saving him would mean that I could stay with him.
I was no different, no more special than I'd been before. There would be no new reason for him to want me now. Seeing him and losing him again…I fought back against the pain. This was the price I had to pay to save his life. I would pay it.

Where all those merciless vampires had not been able to finish me off, hope would do the job.

-Bella.
-Yes? I didn't answer out loud, for fear that the sound of my voice would shatter the beautiful illusion. He sounded so real, so close. It was only when lie was disapproving like this that I could hear the true memory of his voice—the velvet texture and the musical intonation that made up the most perfect of all voices.
-Don't do this.
-You wanted me to be human. Well, watch me.
-Please. For me.
-But you won't stay with me any other way.
-Please.

I felt the smooth wooden floor beneath my knees, and then the palms of my hands, and then it was pressed against the skin of my cheek. I hoped that I was fainting, but, to my disappointment, I didn't lose consciousness. The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under.
I did not resurface.

-You were better at it than I was, you know.
-Better at what?
-Surviving. You, at least, made an effort. You got up in the morning, tried to be normal for Charlie, followed the pattern of your life. When I wasn't actively tracking, I was… totally useless. I couldn't be around my family—I couldn't be around anyone. I'm embarrassed to admit that I more or less curled up into a ball and let the misery have me. It was much more pathetic than hearing voices. And, of course, you know I do that, too.

One thing I truly knew—knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest—was how love gave someone the power to break you.
I'd been broken beyond repair.

I waited for the pain now. I was not numb—my senses felt unusually intense after so many months of the haze—but the normal pain held off. The only ache was the disappointment that his voice was fading.
There was a second of choice.
The wise thing would be to run away from this potentially destructive—and certainly mentally
unstable—development. It would be stupid to encourage hallucinations.
But his voice was fading.

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