“The name is Salvatore. As in savior.”

“Well, the name is Salvatore. As in Savior - Damon Salvatore”

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

“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.”

“The poets and philosophers I once loved had it wrong. Death does not come to us all, nor does the passage of time dim our memories and reduce our bodies to dust. Because while I was considered dead, and a headstone had been engraved with my name, in truth my life was just beginning.”

“It would be like losing me, like losing my own soul, Rob said, but it was't really like him saying it to her, it was as if he were simply realizing these things himself. And now it's like finding my soul again. The other half of me.”

“I could quit the committee. But that would leave Bonnie and Meredith holding the bag. And I keep remembering what Matt said when I asked him to get Stefan to come to the dance: "You want everybody and everything revolving around Elena Gilbert." That isn't true. Or at least, if it has been in the past, I'm not going to let it be true anymore. I want--oh, this is going to sound completely stupid, but I want to be worthy of Stefan. I know he wouldn't let the guys on the team down just to suit his own convenience. I want him to be proud of me.I want him to love me as much as I love him.”