Quotes by L.J. Smith

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.

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

Oh hell. Theyve got Mrs B in a bag!

Grandma, please don’t go. I’m frightened., Grandma. I need you!” “…never be afraid, Cassie. There’s nothing frightening in the dark if you just face it…

She knew his secrets, knew him inside out.Humans could never know each other that way.They could never really get into another persons head.All the talking in the world couldnt even prove that you and the other person saw the same colour red.

When you lose someone, it stays with you. Always reminding you of how easy it is to get hurt.

This was the problem with having walls so hard and high and unscalable, she supposed. When they came down, they crumbled completely, shattering into nothingness. She felt utterly defenseless right now.

I love you.Ill love you forever.But I have to do this.

Oh, Im starting to cry again. Thats what happens when you think about life being fair. And I cant explain why it isnt . . . I dont think its something anybody knows.

He was the smell of winter rain and the sound of his predator’s heartbeat

And this is how the ending starts.

She stood slim and proud as some medieval witch princess against dawn.

I dont need him to comfort me or tell me its okay. I can make it okay, myself.Maybe that was what happened when you faced the very worst thing in the world.Shed lost her family and her old life and maybe even her childhood, but shed found herself.And that would have to do.

It doesnt matter if you cant say it right now. Ill say it for both of us. And someday youll learn.

Its not wrong to hustle hustlers. Its like killing murderers, a public service. -Damon Salvatore

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

She feels lonely all the time, she wants to be accepted, by anyone, on any terms, but she feels apart. As if nobody who really got to know her would trust her.

The hell with your secrets,” shouted Bonnie.“Language, language! How about this: One of you has kept a secret alltheir life, and is doing so even now. One of you is a murderer—and I amnot speaking of a vampire, or a mercy killing, or anything like that. Andthen there is the question of the true identity of Sage—good luck on yourresearch there!One of you has already had their memory erased—and I don’t meanDamon or Stefan. And what about the secret, stolen kiss? And then there isthe question of what happened the night of the motel, that it seems that nobodybut Elena can recall. You might ask her sometime about her theories aboutCamelot.

Each night I lie and dream about the oneWho kissed me and awakened my desireI spent a single hour with him aloneAnd since that hour, my days are layed with fire.

Im playing with fire, with something I dont understand.