Stefan Salvatore Quotes

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

You always were selfish. Your one fault. Not willing to share anything, are you?" Suddenly, Damon's lips curved up in a singularly beautiful smile. But fortunately the lovely Elena is more generous. Didn't she tell you about our little liaisons? Why? The first time we met she almost gave herself to me on the spot." "That's a lie!" "Oh, no, dear brother, I never lie about anything important. Or do I mean unimportant? Anyway, your beauteous damsel nearly swooned into my arms. I think she likes men in black." As Stefan stared at him, trying to control his breathing, Damon added, almost gently, "You're wrong about her, you know, You think she's sweet and docile like Katherine. She isn't. She's not your type at all, my saintly brother. She has a spirit and a fire in her that you wouldn't know what to do with." "And you would, I suppose." Damon uncrossed his arms and slowly smiled again. "Oh, yes.

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

You know why I don’t leave,” he said again to Damon, who wouldn’t look at him. “You can pretend you don’t care. You can fool the whole world. But I know differently.” It would have been kindest at this point to leave Damon alone, but Stefan wasn’t in a kind mood. “You know that girl you picked up, Rachael?” he added. “The hair was all right, but her eyes were the wrong color. Elena’s eyes were blue.

Something was shining on Damon's face. She reached toward it, touched it, and lifted her fingers away in wonder. "Don't be sad," she told him, feeling the cool wetness on her fingertips. But a pang of worry disturbed her. Who was there to understand Damon now? Who would be there to push him, to try to see what was really inside him? "You have to take care of each other," she said, realizing it. A little strength came back to her, like a candle flaring in the wind. "Stefan, will you promise? Promise to take care of each other?

I would write, Dear Diary, Today I convinced myself it's ok to give up. Stick with the status quo, now just isn't the time. But my reasons aren't reasons, they're excuses and the truth is, I'm scared Stefan. I'm scared that if I let myself be happy for one minute, that the my world's going to come crashing down and I don't know if I'll be able to survive that.

But then she remembered something else, just a flash: looking up at Damon’s face in the woods and feeling such—such excitement, such affinity with him. As if he understood the flame that burned inside her as nobody else ever could. As if together they could do anything they liked, conquer the world or destroy it; as if they were better than anyone else who had ever lived. I was out of my mind, irrational, she told herself, but that little flash of memory wouldn’t go away. And then she remembered something else: how Damon had acted later that night, how he’d kept her safe, even been gentle with her. Stefan was looking at her, and his expression had changed from belligerence to bitter anger and fear. Part of her wanted to reassure him completely, to throw her arms around him and tell him that she was his and always would be and that nothing else mattered. Not the town, not Damon, not anything. But she wasn’t doing it.

We choose our own path. Our values and our actions, they define who we are.

So," dark Susurre said quietly, "if you follow the curve... in a way your Damon did die to save Fell's Church from another massacre like the one on that Japanease island. He kept saying that was what he'd come to the Nether World to do. Do you not think he would be satisfied? At peace?" "At PEACE?!" Stefan spat bitterly, and Sage growled. "Woman," you obviously have never met Damon Salvatore before." The tone in his voice--more resonant, more threatening somehow--made Elena finally break off her staredown with the red-haired Idola. She turned and looked-- --and saw the enormous room filled with Sage's outspread wings.

Damon spoke without moving. “I’m not like you.” “You’re not as different from us as you want to think,” Matt said. “Look,” he added, an odd note of challenge in his voice, “I know you killed Mr. Tanner in self-defense, because you told me. And I know you didn’t come here to Fell’s Church because Bonnie’s spell dragged you here, because I sorted the hair and I didn’t make any mistakes. You’re more like us than you admit, Damon. The only thing I don’t know is why you didn’t go into Vickie’s house to help her.” Damon snapped, almost automatically, “Because I wasn’t invited!” Memory swept over Bonnie. Herself standing outside Vickie’s house, Damon standing beside her. Stefan’s voice: Vickie, invite me in. But no one had invited Damon. “But how did Klaus get in, then—?” she began, following her own thoughts. “That was Tyler’s job, I’m sure,” Damon said tersely. “What Tyler did for Klaus in return for learning how to reclaim his heritage. And he must have invited Klaus in before we ever started guarding the house—probably before Stefan and I came to Fell’s Church. Klaus was well prepared. That night he was in the house and the girl was dead before I knew what was happening.” “Why didn’t you call for Stefan?” Matt said. There was no accusation in his voice. It was a simple question. “Because there was nothing he could have done! I knew what you were dealing with as soon as I saw it. An Old One. Stefan would only have gotten himself killed—and the girl was past caring, anyway.” Bonnie heard the thread of coldness in his voice, and when Damon turned back to Stefan and Elena, his face had hardened. It was as if some decision had been made. “You see, I’m not like you,” he said. “It doesn’t matter.” Stefan had still not withdrawn his hand. Neither had Elena.

I don't feed on humans. It's a choice I made years ago. I'm only weaker physically. The urge is still there. I didn't like who I was. Things I did, people I hurt. The part of you that feels remorse fades, it's easy to give in to. If I don't allow myself to feel remorse, or the pain of hurting somebody else, then I don't deserve to feel anything.

Because God help us all if, I ever fall in love with another human...

She'd have him, even if it killed her. If it killed both of them, she'd have him

Shay picked that moment to walk back to the car. Thank God. Now we could leave, and I could get away from Nox and home to the beautiful Salvatore brothers. Shoot—were they Elven, too? Probably.

«Sa, io sono medico. E allora capitano spesso casi del genere... tragici... sì, diciamo casi limite, in cui uno non sa se ha il dovere... infatti non esiste un solo dovere, ossia quello nei confronti del prossimo, ne esiste uno verso se stessi e uno verso lo Stato e uno verso la scienza... Si è tenuti ad aiutare, certo, si è qui per questo... massime del genere, però, restano sempre e soltanto teoriche... Fino a che punto è doveroso aiutare?.. Lei è lì, una persona a me sconosciuta, e io per lei sono altrettanto sconosciuto, e la prego di mantenere il silenzio sul fatto che mi ha visto... bene, lei sta zitto, adempie questo dovere... Io le chiedo di parlare con me, perché sto crepando a furia di tacere... e lei è disposto a darmi ascolto... bene... Ma questo è facile... Se però le chiedessi di prendermi e scaraventarmi in mare... ecco che allora la compiacenza, la disponibilità all'aiuto cesserebbe. A un certo punto finisce... là dove inizia la propria esistenza, la propria responsabilità... a un certo punto deve pur finire... a un certo punto quest'obbligo deve cessare... O forse proprio per il medico non è lecito che venga meno? Ha da essere un Cristo Salvatore, uno che aiuta tutti quanti, soltanto perché possiede un diploma scritto in latino?, è davvero tenuto a buttare l'esistenza, a ridurre ad acqua il proprio sangue, se una tizia... un tizio arriva a pretendere da lui che sia nobile, soccorrevole e buono? Sì, a un certo punto il dovere cessa... là dove uno non ce la fa più, proprio in quel punto....»

I met a girl. We talked. It was epic. But then the sun came up and reality set in. Well, this is reality

Willow also told me his name is spelled the same as Damon and Stefan Salvatore from The Vampire Diaries, even though they’re not pronounced the same.

I feel weird and not at all like myself, like Stefan Salvatore when he gets the taste for human blood after 150 years.