Quotes from L.J. Smith

Maybe there was a magic stronger than spells. Maybe the soulmate principle was responsible, and if two people were meant to be together, nothing could keep them apart.

There's nothing to read into. I'm just here to collect my beloved Damon and Stefan is just helping me.

She was still looking down and she saw tears spill from her eyes and fall toward Damon's outstretched arms. Elena didn't know why she was crying, but part of it was sorrow for her ever having doubted him. Because Damon wasn't just on her side. Unless she was wrong, he was willing to die for her - was courting death for her.

Like a revolving door to hell.

It was as if the normal veil that separated two people had melted.

Elena smiled and he had to smile back, at first just a quirk of the lip, and then a full smile. She was…Damn it, she was everything. Witty, enchanting, brave, smart…and beautiful. And he knew that his eyes were saying all that and that she wasn't turning away.

It's the idea that everyone has one and just one soulmate in the world, and that if you find them, you recognize them immediately.

And her slender white neck was bowed over her book, the fair hair falling on either side of it

You turned your back on me when I needed you.

If I let myself care, all I'll feel is pain.

He was evil. Cruel, capricious, and dangerous as a cobra. A prince of darkness. Completely evil, and completely in love with her.

For a moment he wondered, again, if he should just give it all up. Perhaps he should go back to Italy, back to his hiding place. What made him think that he could rejoin the world of daylight? But he was tired of living in shadows. He was tired of the darkness, and of the things that lived in it. Most of all, he was tired of being alone.

Some instinct older than civilization was telling her to run, to flee. She didn't move.

She heard Stefan's voice. "Elena! Let go! Fall and I'll catch you!" How strange, Elena thought, as if in a dream. His love and panic had distorted his voice somehow - making him sound different. Making him sound almost like- "Elena! I'm with you!" -like Damon. Shaken out of her dream, Elena looked below her. And there was Damon, standing protectively in front of Meredith, looking up at her, with his arms held out. He was with her.

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

Sheriff Mossberg was one of those people who never stop speaking until they are finished, so by this time he was saying: "Do you understand these rights?" "No, sir! Mi ne komprenas Dumbtalk!

It was only then that she realized, that she remembered, what the true danger in this was. Only then that she understood what Gabriel had meant by his warnings. Because she could feel what he felt. And along with the gratitude, the sheer satisfaction and relief, were other emotions. Appreciation, joy, wonder, and-oh, dear God, love.... Gabriel loved her.

And it was good just to hold her and touch the softness of her skin. He wanted to hold her hard, not to hurt her but to keep her safe, to show her that he was strong enough to protect her. Her beauty was like fire and strange music, and he loved her.

Love is for weak people, it's a delusion and it can be deadly.

Our life is one, big proverbial coin toss.

She started walking again. "Are you saying you didn't even want to be with her? Not even just a little?" He stopped. "How could I want to be with her when I want to be with you? I told you that before this whole thing started.

Right now everything looks so strange to me, as if I don't belong here. It's me that's out of place. And the worst thing is that I feel there's somewhere I do belong, but I just can't find it.

Gabriel was trying to smile, but the expression kept breaking apart. He was looking at her as if he hadn't seen her for years and years of searching, and had just now walked into a room and come upon her unexpectedly. As if he wanted to look at every part of her, now that he could do it honestly.

Julian: What's black inside, white outside, and hot? Jenny: What? Julian: A wolf in sheep's clothing. Jenny: Is that what you are? Julian: Me? No, I'm a wolf in wolf's clothing.