Character: Elena. Page 2

- Tell me this is your expression: who you are, I can't see you, what's your name, can not remember... what I deserve?
- The fact that not only samonaznachilsya by the consumer, but also too often reminded that I should be happy that I have such a honorable consumer.

The reputation of the person either clean or dirty, and speckled never happens.

Remember, a woman can not be compared with another woman, even with a movie star. "You're like Dean, Durbin!". Saying such vulgarity, the man believes that complimented. Woman personality similar only to itself.

What would we have thought about themselves, we will always give our children.

What is money? The painted paper. If a person comes to the opposite sex with them, then he's got nothing else.

You should try all in turn. To the nose, to fall, to get up.

He needs to curb the world as the corset thick woman, otherwise it will melt.

Even in the theater after the drama give you something fun... but in real life it is even more necessary...

- About the Prosecutor! As fiercely courted me Lieutenant with the Bulls.
- Your calf Bulls...

- I remembered... one of the benefits of treatment. I remember everything that you compelled me to forget. For example, how we first met, we didn't know each other and you told me to get out of life what I want. Damon, why didn't you tell me?
And something would have changed?.. I don't think so.
- You asked me to make a choice, Damon, I made it. And if you want to get angry, get angry at me, not Stefan, on Matt or anybody else.
- Are you finished?
- If last night you were there and not Stefan, and I would have begged you to save Matt...
- I saved you, immediately without question!
- I thought so. And Matt would be dead right now, because you wouldn't let me. Matt would be dead!
- And you would still be alive! And would be able to live your life you wanted that you deserve. I know that I didn't understand but now I do and I wanted that for you, Elena. I would have gladly gave it all to you and let Matt die because I am so selfish, but you already knew that... you're remembered not only the night of our first meeting.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; And therefore is wing d Cupid painted blind.
Love looks not with the eyes but with the heart, so blind and portraying the winged Cupid.

In me you insulted all women.
We ought not for the love fight:
We pray, you beg.
I will not leave. Hell is Paradise,
Since from the hands of the beloved dead.

Love is able to forgive low
And vile vices to turn
And not with the eyes - the heart wants:
For her blind portray.

It's so scary to die knowing that about you, no one will remember...