Oh You Do Smell Good.

Would You Like To Hear My Story, Bella? It Doesn't Have A Happy Ending - But Which Of Ours Does? If We Had Happy Endings, We'd All Be Under Gravestones Now.

It Will Be As If I'd Never Existed, He'd Promised Me. 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.

Hard To Feel Confident When You’re Surrounded By Horse-sized Wolves. Emmett Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 39, P.745

Laughter Was Like A Fresh Breeze - It Cleaned Its Way Through The Body Making Everything Feel Good. Did Other Species Have Such A Simple Healer?

I Had Enough Trouble Not Falling Down When The Ground Was Dry; It Might Be Safer For Me To Go Back To Bed Now.