Quotes About Elena

Yes, I can talk and think at the same time. Most people can, though I suppose you wouldn't know that from personal experience. Elena (Bitten)

Elena? Yes, unless Nick found a woman in the forest, which I suppose wouldn't be too surprising.

The love of the sea folk is my strength. That was it. The answer she needed. It had been there all along. She heard Thalassa's voice now: A ruler's greatest power comes from her heart—from the love she bears her subjects, and the love they bear her. Vr?ja's: Nothing is more powerful than love. And Elena's: Love's the greatest magic of all.

Oh, was that liquor of yours a stimulant? asked Elena. I wondered why he didn't fall asleep. Couldn't you tell? chuckled Mayhew. Not really. Miles twisted his head to take in Elena's upside-down worried face, and smile in weak reassurance. Sparkly black and purple whirlpools clouded his vision. Mayhew's laughter faded. My God, he said hollowly, you mean he's like that all the time?

Miles growled, and sat with his back to it. He quickly slid into the role of referee, controlling the flow of ideas while concealing his own dearth of hard factual information. He folded his arms, and said "Um," and "Hm," but only very occasionally "God help us," because it caused Elena to choke.

The bruised civilian interrupted, pointing at Elena. "Screw him! This woman assaulted me! There were a dozen witnesses. Damn it, I want her charged. She's vicious." Elena had her hands over her ears again, lower lip stuck out but trembling slightly. Miles began to get the picture. "Did you hit him?" She

We gazed at the constellations, praising the portentous architecture of the sky with trite formulas.

Lila is right, one writes not so much to write, one writes to inflict pain on those who wish to inflict pain. The pain of words against the pain of kicks and punches and the instruments of death.

Such tensions without sense push us to formulate questions of meaning.

a bitter sarcasm alternated with a quiet cult of memory.

Roberto the whole time with an attitude

But I must have overdone it, and the relationship between truth and fiction must have gone awry: now every street, every building had become recognizable

Después le tendí el libro a Lila, le dije: ¿Quieres verlo? Ella respondió que no con la cabeza y una mueca displicente.

She took the facts and in a natural way charged them with tension; she intensified reality as she reduced it to words, she injected it with energy.

I can hypnotize rabbits.

Elena Pretoria was exactly where Lesa had imagined her, on the back veranda with her long hands spread on the arms of a rotten chair-real furniture, not provided by House-her silver-streaked hair stripped into a tail and her skin glowing dark gold against the white lounging clothes.

So Elena goes out. Can you see her? Over there, on the path by the fence made of wire and disoriented wooden rails. Now in the shadows of the juniper, now coming into the light. There.

Simon gave her a blank look. "Yeah, I don't get it either," Elena said, waving it away. "The important thing is, Lou is still searching for names. I also have my office looking into Aaron Corval's background—his birth certificate, anything—so we can get a handle on that. Which brings me to the big thing." Elena stopped and let loose a deep breath. "What?" he said. "I found another connection.

Murder? You mean he's dead?" "No. He's resting comfortably," I said. "People always sleep best with their heads at a ninety-degree angle. He looks comfortable, doesn't he?" (Paige & Elena)

I bought you a chocolate cake." Cake? "Gimme!" Yeah, I'm that easy. I rush over, only to skid to a stop when he adds, "Elena ate it while I was out. So you get fruit." Bitch gonna get cut!

'Piaf' I did it because I wanted to do more theater instead of only musicals, and someone gave me the book and said to me, 'You have to do it.'

Winter is coming, Elena," he said, and his voice was clear and chilling even over the howling of the wind, "An unforgiving season. Before it comes, you'll have learned what I can and can't do. Before winter is here, you'll have joined me. You'll be mine.

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.

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.