Character: Elena Gilbert Elena Gilbert. Page 4

- Are you okay?
- You're not the only one who asks this.
- What are you writing?
- I'm fine.
- Did you mean it?
- No.

We're a couple - I quit, you start...

The most common family is going to enjoy Turkey, thought Elena. - Here the spinster aunt a little sardelas, worried that the peas were overcooked, and the rolls burn. Here is a new uncle, calm and relaxed. Here's Golden-haired teenage girl and ruffled her younger sister. That blue-eyed guy that lives in the neighborhood, here are BFF, but luxurious a vampire, passing his neighbor candied yams. Typical American feast

- Don't take me for a fool, Damon. In the cemetery, remember? Ruined Church? The girl you left to wander in their underwear?
- Sorry. I usually remember the girls leave in their underwear.

Well, he's Bunting! The same can not be so cute to be a psycho killer!

- Does it get tiring being so right?
And you will not be in the company of a psychopath.
- Well, consider that you hurt the feelings of that psychopath.

Damon believes that everything he did, every move he made - all for love. It's strange, but sad...

- What does he need to recover?
- A couple of days... plus or minus...
But a few days have passed.
Means plus.

- Jer?
- No. I'm the hypocrite patrol!

What's wrong with you?
- I'm unhappy...
- Well, come get something to eat.

Trust engenders trust. Trust to make trusted you.

- Where are we?
- GA.
- GA?.. No, no... can't be... Seriously, Damon, where are we?
- Well, seriously, we... We are in Georgia.

When you lose someone, the feeling always remains with you, always reminding you how easy it is to get hurt.