Quotes from L.J. Smith

He put an arm around his brother to help him up. And then, for a moment, he just held on.

And just then Damon stepped out of the coat closet, and at the same time Aunt Maggie tripped him neatly and said, "Bathroom door beside you," and picked up a vase and hit the rising Damon over the head with it. Hard.

Maybe it just means that love can be stronger than fear.

This Kitten Has Claws

I'm in love with you. I think everything you do is marvelous.

I'm as cruel as life. As cruel as love.

Does everybody ever want everything they can have? really?

Very touching. Do you want me to imitate a violin?

Elena gasped back, "I can touch the ground!" "I can see you touching it!", Bonnie exclaimed with tears of joy.

That was the problem with having walls so hard and high and unscalable....When they came down, they crumbled completely, shattering into nothingness.

Bad magic happens" Ash Redfern

Bonnie, believe in me. I'll save you. I remember how to fly.

You only want everything you don't have" Matt from The vampire diaries

I never cheat. I practice Gamesmanship - the art of winning games without actually cheating.

And Meredith and Bonnie, who's going to bend some spoons for us next. I'm going to throw you down a rope… that is, unless Bonnie can levitate you out.

All I refuse and thee I choose.

You," Damon said somewhat indistinctly through the blood in his mouth, "have been a naughty boy, boy.

I do believe in shooting the messenger. You know why? Because it sends a message.

If you're going to be bad, be bad with a purpose or else you're not worth forgiving.

Love and death are everything, Jenny. Danger is the best part of the game. I thought you knew that." -Julian

You know why I don't leave," he said again to Damon, who wouldn't look at him. "You can pretend you don't care. You can fool the whole world. But I know differently." It would have been kindest at this point to leave Damon alone, but Stefan wasn't in a kind mood. "You know that girl you picked up, Rachael?" he added. "The hair was all right, but her eyes were the wrong color. Elena's eyes were blue.

She was the one who was supposed to have walked with him through different lives, being born and loving and dying and being born again. They'd been born for each other, to help each other grow and blossom and discover and evolve.

When she got control of herself a few minutes later, she realized that in his arms she felt almost what she had in her dream, that inexpressible sense of peace and security. Of belonging, utterly. As long as her soulmate was alive, and they were together, she would be all right.

She was with her flying companion-her playmate. The one who was sacred to her, who was the other half of the mysteries of life for her. The one who would always be there for her, helping her, watching her back, picking her up when she fell down, listening to her stories-no matter how many times she told them. Loving her even when she was stupid. Understanding her without words. Being inside the innermost circle in her mind. Her soulmate.