“Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind. ”

“Lovers who kill each other will blame it on the wind.”

“When fucked up, there's no time for blaming each other.”

“There are, I dare say, many lovers who would never have been drawn to each other had they met for the first time, as, say, they met the second time.”

“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?”

“So, we're at war. Perfect. Shall we save time and kill each other now, or did you want to wait until later?"-Puck”