Stephenie Meyer Quotes About Home

Quotes about: Home

• Angry grizzly bears are going to look tame next to what is waiting for you at home." I snapped the phone shut and placed it in her waiting hand. "I'm done.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Twilight, Home, Phones

  Stephenie Meyer (2008). “Eclipse”, Little Brown & Company

• Charlie took my hand and, in a symbol as old as the world, placed it in Edward’s. I touched the cool miracle of his skin, and I was home.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Home, Hands, Miracle

  Stephenie Meyer (2009). “Breaking Dawn: Twilight”, p.34, Hachette UK

• Unca Jay!" "How's it going Claire?" She giggled. "Qwil aaaaawl wet now." "I can see that. Where's your mama?" "Gone, gone, gone," Claire sang. "Cwaire pway wid Qwil aaaawl day. Cwaire nebber gowin home." Jacob and Claire, Breaking Dawn, page 152.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Home, Dawn, Gone

• After all the planets and all the hosts you've left behind, you've finally found the place and the body you'd die for. I think you've found your home, Wanderer.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Home, Thinking, Body

  Stephenie Meyer (2009). “The Host”, p.94, Hachette UK

• All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts, like clipping the strings of a bunch of balloons. Everything that made me who I was - my love for the dead girl upstairs, my love for my father, my loyalty to my new pack, the love for my other brothers, my hatred for my enemies, my home, my name, my self - disconnected from me in that second - snip, snip, snip - and floated up into space.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Girl, Loyalty, Brother

  Stephenie Meyer (2009). “Breaking Dawn: Twilight”, p.212, Hachette UK

• The sun was hot on my skin, too bright as it bounced off the white concrete and blinded me. I felt dangerously exposed. More fiercely than I would have dreamed I was capable of, I wished for the green, protective forest of Forks . . . of home.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Home, White, Skins

• I can hear them on the floor below. They will find me in miuntes, or seconds. I scrawl the words on a dirty shred of newsprint. They are nearly illegible, but if he finds them, he will understand: 'Not fast enough. Love you love Jamie. Don't go home' Not only do I break their hearts, I steal their refuge, too. I picture our little canyon abandoned, as it must be forever now. Or if not abandoned, a tomb.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Dirty, Love You, Home

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