L.J. Smith

Grandma, please don__ go. I__ frightened., Grandma. I need you!_ __never be afraid, Cassie. There__ nothing frightening in the dark if you just face it_

Oh hell. They've got Mrs B in a bag!

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

I want him to love me as much as I love him.

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.

People Die...Beauty Fades...Love Changes...And You Will Always Be Alone

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 th

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

That was courage, Keller thought. Not doing something without being afraid, but doing something even though you were afraid.

You wanted us all back together again!" Bonnie shouted at Caroline, and pulled the scandalized girl into the dance. Meredith, her dignity forgotten, joined them too. And for a long time in the clearing there was only rejoicing.

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

I'm sorry Elena. I know that you want to help, but put yourself in her shoes, everything that happened tonight was to save you and that's OK because she loves you so much. But somehow she's always the one who gets hurt.

All I know is that right now I wanna rip your clothes off right here in the middle of this hall and throw you in one of these classrooms and kiss every square inch of your body, while a bunch of people who drive minivans listen wishing they were us.

The thing is and I know this is going to sound strange- that I seem to love you sort of desperately.

I don't need to kill goats to say things. I CAN talk.

Aphrodite just kept smiling.Because she was just doing what a goddess does-the same way that a tornado rips houses apart or a fire burns down a forest.

The image isn't reality. Even though we're used to thinking that way alot of the time. We show a kid a picture of a dog and say 'This is a doggie' - but it's not. It's just an image.

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