Stephenie Meyer: Twilight 4.

Alice interrupted this time, touching my cheek with her cold fingers. "It's
been almost a century that Edward's been alone. Now he's found you.
You can't see the changes that we see, we who have been with him for
so long. Do you think any of us want to look into his eyes for the next
hundred years if he loses you?"

Stephenie Meyer: Twilight 3.

"You were very deeply asleep; I didn't miss anything." His eyes
gleamed. "The talking came earlier."
I groaned. "What did you hear?"
His gold eyes grew very soft. "You said you loved me."
"You knew that already," I reminded him, ducking my head.
"It was nice to hear, just the same."
I hid my face against his shoulder.
"I love you," I whispered.
"You are my life now," he answered simply.

Stephenie Meyer: Twilight 2.

"That was the first night I came here. I wrestled all night, while
watching you sleep, with the chasm between what I knew was right,
moral, ethical, and what I wanted. I knew that if I continued to ignore
you as I should, or if I left for a few years, till you were gone, that
someday you would say yes to Mike, or someone like him. It made me
angry.
"And then," he whispered, "as you were sleeping, you said my name.
You spoke so clearly, at first I thought you'd woken. But you rolled over
restlessly and mumbled my name once more, and sighed. The feeling
that coursed through me then was unnerving, staggering. And I knew I
couldn't ignore you any longer." He was silent for a moment, probably
listening to the suddenly uneven pounding of my heart.
"But jealousy… it's a strange thing. So much more powerful than I would
have thought. And irrational! Just now, when Charlie asked you about
that vile Mike Newton…" He shook his head angrily.