I do believe in killing the messanger. You know why? Its sends a message.
I am just two and two. I am hot. I am cold. I’m the parent of numbers that cannot be told. I’m a gift beyond measure, a matter of course, and I’m yielded with pleasure- when taken by force.
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.
More than anything.” Rob persisted. “You’d crawl on your belly over broken glass for her. Easy.
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.
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.
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.
Julian said the world was evil and horrible – remember? But then he proved himself that it wasn’t.
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!
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.
It was as if the normal veil that separated two people had melted.
It’s as if the world is full of honeybees and I’m the only flower” -Elena.
There’s nothing to read into. I’m just here to collect my beloved Damon and Stefan is just helping me.
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.
Like a revolving door to hell.
Wasnt it Startre who said hell was eternity spent in a room with your friends?
Mary-Lynnette had an inexplicable impulse to knock Ash flat and fall down on top of him. She’d never felt that for any boy before.
And her slender white neck was bowed over her book, the fair hair falling on either side of 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.
It’s not wrong to hustle hustlers. It’s like killing murderers, a public service. -Damon Salvatore.