Damon Salvatore L J Smith Quotes & Sayings

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn about anyone else — L.J.Smith

Calling one thing 'literature' and another 'fiction' is a way to create status where there is none. — Tucker Max

Interesting things happen in the dark ... sometimes. — L.J.Smith

Very touching," said a voice from the stairway. "Do you want me to imitate a violin?" - Damon — L.J.Smith

I don't trust easily, so when I tell you I trust you, don't make me regret it. — L.J.Smith

I mean, it's not like he's Damon Salvatore hot — M. Leighton

The name is Salvatore. As in savior. — L.J.Smith

Our life is one, big proverbial coin toss. — L.J.Smith

That is for me to know and for you to dot, dot, dot.-Damon Salvatore — L.J.Smith

The only thing Madonna will ever do like a virgin is give birth in a stable. — Bette Midler

Facts are certainly the solid and true foundation of all sectors of nature study ... Reasoning must never find itself contradicting definite facts; but reasoning must allow us to distinguish, among facts that have been reported, those that we can fully believe, those that are questionable, and those that are false. It will not allow us to lend faith to those that are directly contrary to others whose certainty is known to us; it will not allow us to accept as true those that fly in the face of unquestionable principles. — Rene Antoine Ferchault De Reaumur

Well, the name is Salvatore. As in Savior - Damon Salvatore — L.J.Smith

When people see good, they expect good. I don't want to have to live up to anyone's expectations. — L.J.Smith

You want a love that consumes you. You want passion and adventure, and even a little danger ... I want you to get everything you're looking for. But for right now, I want you to forget that this happened. Can't have people knowing I'm in town yet. Goodnight, Elena. — L.J.Smith

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. — L.J.Smith

I am swimming and it is just sunrise, the sky so gray as to be almost invisible. I rise to the surface to breathe and that's when I see the dark shadow of a boat, gliding gently toward me in the water. Men ride in the boat, their faces grim and greedy and silent, and as I turn to watch them I feel a bite in my side, a piercing pain. — Kendall Kulper

The unmistakable lesson is that such is the myopic zealotry of environmentalists like Obama that they would implement policies virtually guaranteed to harm our economy significantly, even when they offer no promise of appreciable environmental benefits. — David Limbaugh

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? — L.J.Smith

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. — L.J.Smith

They weren't a centuries old hunter and a seventeen year old girl, sitting here at the edge of the world. They were just two people, Bonnie and Damon. — L.J.Smith

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

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. — L.J.Smith

I love you, Elena. And it's because I love you that I can't be selfish with you. I don't deserve you, but my brother does.-Damon Salvatore, S2 — L.J.Smith

If an act is not one of work or courage, then it is not an act of love. There are no exceptions. — M. Scott Peck

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. — L.J.Smith

Damon, leather and silk and fine chiseled features. Mercurial and devastating. — L.J.Smith

I don't think perfect is interesting. I think what makes life exciting is the imperfections. — Mary Frann

One of the major problems leading to the breakdown of society is that we have far too many opinions dictating life choices and not enough truth mandating them. — Tony Evans