Quotes from L.J. Smith

Ash stripped some of the papery purple bark off his yew stick. "And, you see, it's difficult because what I've always thought about humans-what I was always raised to think…" "I know what you've always thought," Mary-Lynnette said sharply. Thinking, vermin. But," Ash continued doggedly, "the thing is-and I know this is going to sound strange-that I seem to love you sort of desperately.

He let her get almost all the way there, just staring, before he stumbled towards her. They ended in a rush and then fell to the ground together,arms locked around each other, each holding on as tightly as possible. Niether of them said a word.

Our minds work alike, she thought. She had found her partner, her equal, the one to work and live and love with her. Her soulmate.

Then she went to Damon. He was still lying where he had fallen. The ghosts had passed over him, taking no notice of him. Elena's brightness hovered over him, one shining hand reaching to touch his hair. Then she bent and kissed the dark head on the ground.

More than anything." Rob persisted. "You'd crawl on your belly over broken glass for her. Easy.

You stole my bouquet? From the kistune?" "I was very careful-" "Do you realize what you've done?" Stefan shook Damon. "Ow. That hurts! Do you want to break my neck.

I don't know; Killers are sort of romantic. Imagine your dying with his hands around his throat. He'd strangle the life out of you, and the last thing you would see would be his face."

She wanted to tell him that she understood him now, in a way she'd never understood anyone before. Because she was with him. It wasn't even like being in the web; it was much closer than that, much deeper. He'd torn down all the barriers and put his soul into her hands.

And then it was all happening, what had started to happen at least twice before. Feelings so sweet and strong she could hardly bear it. Strange recognition, unexpected belonging…impossible knowing…

Well then," Faye said. "Now that you've heard our story, we have just one question to ask you." She fixed Cassie with an odd half smile and said in a sweet, false voice, "Are you planning to be a good witch or a bad witch?

Julian said the world was evil and horrible - remember? But then he proved himself that it wasn't

I don't trust easily, so when I tell you I trust you, don't make me regret it.

It's as if the world is full of honeybees and I'm the only flower" -Elena

Things that really, really hurt are the right things to do.

I am not an angel and I am not a spirit. I'm Elena Gilbert and I've been to the Other Side. And right now I'm ready to do whatever needs to be done, which seems to include kicking some ass!

Damon, leather and silk and fine chiseled features. Mercurial and devastating.

In the Night World there's this idea called the soulmate principle. It says that every person has one soulmate out there, just one. And that person is perfect for you and is your destiny.

Still, there was no point in hurting Damon. She loved Damon, too. "I'll try," she promised. "We'll take you home," he said. "But not yet," she told him gently. "Let's wait just a little while." Something happened in the fathomless black eyes, and the burning spark went out. Then she saw that Damon knew, too. "I'm not afraid," she said. "Well—only a little.

Do I look like the kind of person who wastes time turning goats into pin cushions?

Not that he regretted having killed the guy in Stockton. The one who'd been ready to shoot him over the five crumpled dollar bills in his jeans pocket. He was quite happy to have sent that particular home boy to hell.

Interesting things happen in the dark…sometimes.

I've been in love. It's painful, pointless and overrated. - Damon Salvatore

Wasnt it Startre who said hell was eternity spent in a room with your friends?

Tell Hugh," she whispered. Tell Hugh your freaking self! He's right here! And you're not going anywhere.