I'm gonna be alright, Mom. I promise. Everything will be fine after today.

I'm her daughter, Stefan. I was supposed to give her peace and convince her that I would be okay. And thank her for being an amazing mom. God, I don't even remember the last thing that I said to her. I was supposed to be with her in her final moment.

Caroline: Why are you here?
Stefan: Because you're my friend. Because I know what it feels like to lose a mother. And because when you told me you hated me, it was pretty much the worst thing I had heard in a long time.
Caroline: I think we both know I never really hated you.

Stefan: So, I realize it doesn't matter.
Caroline: What doesn't matter?
Stefan: It doesn't matter what book your mom reads in her final precious moments. It doesn't matter if it's good or if it's terrible. It doesn't matter because life isn't about your final moments. It's about the moments that led up to them.

I'm annoyed. I'm going through a highly emotional situation right now and you're just sitting there mocking me.

Stefan: I'm not big on digging. Callouses.
Caroline: You bury corpses all the time!
Stefan: Yeah, but I don't dig them up.

I was trying to fix something that I had no business trying to fix. It's like textbook definition of a control freak from hell.

Caroline: If you can't fix a coffee machine, how are you able to fix people?
Stefan: Sure you don't need some real food? There's probably a machine around here that vends O-positive.

Caroline: Let me get you another blanket.
Damon: So you can literally smother her?

A friend? Stefan I know all of your friends. Elena. Me. That's it.

Caroline: What took you so long to answer your phone?
Enzo: My fingers were covered in blood and my touchscreen wouldn't work.

So am I your last stop on the Stefan Salvatore apology tour?

Vampire Diaries Quotes

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.


Dear Elena, yes you heard that correctly. Hell has frozen over. I'm writing it all down. Granted, I'm half a bottle in thanks to my 1950 Chateau Cheval Blanc, a bottle I waited 65 years to open. I used to spend nights sitting in my wine cellar convincing myself I could hear it age, tannins growing, fermenting, but appreciating its beauty didn't make time go by any faster. The bottle just laid there on its shelf, torturing me while I waited for Katherine and time stood still. Eventually I convinced myself that no sip of that wine could ever taste as good as I dreamt it would. And that is the story of why I drink bourbon. I don't know who I am without you, but I know that as long as I'm with you, time will stand still. So who is Damon Salvatore without Elena Gilbert? A selfish friend, a jealous brother, a horrible son? Or maybe with a little luck, I'll do right by you. Because you may be a thousand miles away or a hundred years away, but you're still here with me and my heart is right there in that coffin with you. Until you come back to me.