L.J. Smith

Everything he was, he gave to her.

Whatever. I just won__ have Elena hurt, is all. Or the little red-headed witch._ __h, yes, sweet Bonnie. I wouldn__ mind one or two like her. One for Samhain and one for the Solstice.__amon snorted drowsily. __here aren__ two like her; I don__ care where you look. I won__ have her hurt either.

The poets and philosophers I once loved had it wrong. Death does not come to us all, nor does the passage of time dim our memories and reduce our bodies to dust. Because while I was considered dead, and a headstone had been engraved with my name, in truth my life was just beginning.

Merging like two drops of water.Together in a way that humans could never know.

I love you." she whispered into the rough wool of his sweater.

At the last moment she thought, I'm not ready.But she already knew the answer to that.Nobody was ever ready.

Listen to me, Jez. There's no reason for you to die-"Wood...poison."No it isn't! Not to humans. And you're half human. You're vampire enough to survie something that would kill a human, but you're human enough not to be poisoned by wood.

DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME, JEZEBEL! DON'T YOU DARE! Or I'll follow you to the next world and KILL you.

I'm playing with fire, with something I don't understand.

Each night I lie and dream about the oneWho kissed me and awakened my desireI spent a single hour with him aloneAnd since that hour, my days are layed with fire.

The hell with your secrets,_ shouted Bonnie.__anguage, language! How about this: One of you has kept a secret alltheir life, and is doing so even now. One of you is a murderer__nd I amnot speaking of a vampire, or a mercy killing, or anything like that. Andthen there is the question of the true identity of Sage__ood luck on yourresearch there!One of you has already had their memory erased__nd I don__ meanDamon or Stefan. And what about the secret, stolen kiss? And then there isthe question of what happened the night of the motel, that it seems that nobodybut Elena can recall. You might ask her sometime about her theories aboutCamelot.

I told you. You don't love someone because of their looks or their clothes or their car. You love them because they sing a song only your heart can understand.

That's how I want to go. Taking my own way out and totally pissing everybody off at the end.

Wait._ Stefan__ voice was hard suddenly. Bonnie and Elena turned back and froze, embracing each other, trembling. __hat is your__our father__oing to do to you when he finds out that you allowed this?_ as I do, and we will be sharing a belly laugh tomorrow.

It's not wrong to hustle hustlers. It's like killing murderers, a public service. -Damon Salvatore

She feels lonely all the time, she wants to be accepted, by anyone, on any terms, but she feels apart. As if nobody who really got to know her would trust her.

Very touching," said a voice from the stairway. "Do you want me to imitate a violin?" - Damon

It doesn't matter if you can't say it right now. I'll say it for both of us. And someday you'll learn.