She crushed it, telling herself she was going to add Big in front of her Idiot tattoo.

I tell you I'm dangerous and you want to put knives near me?" - Vaughn to Faith

He closed his eyes, dropping his forehead against hers. “You’ll be the death of me, Elena.” She smiled. “You need a little excitement in that boring old life of yours.

The fear is like metal on my tongue—I’ve known him but a fragment of time, and yet I’m certain if I accept his suit, it will destroy a part of me when he leaves.” Keir reached forward to tuck her hair behind her ear. “We’re all a little broken.” Quiet. Potent. “No one goes through life with a whole heart.

I don’t want to lose my memories. Don’t make me forget. I would rather die as Elena, than live as a shadow.

Some wounds should be healed, no matter how much time has passed or how much time is left.

My mother," he said, "has invited us to a ball." Elena pulled a blade from one of the butter-soft forearm sheaths that had been a gift from Raphael. "Excuse me while I stab myself in the eyes-and disembowel myself while I'm at it.