That thing out there is going to kill a lot of people, but it's not going to kill us, not if we're together.


It was exactly like the painting. It was exactly what you said.


Yeah, alive is definitely better than dead.


Liam: Their not the same. There's something about Hayden. There's something wrong about her.
Mason: Maybe that's what dying does to you. What if it like darkens their soul? What if they're all evil?

Stiles: I feel like it's more than guilt though. I feel like I lost something, you know? I feel like I can't get it back.
Sheriff: You won't, not entirely, but you get a little bit by forgiving yourself. And since that's not always the easiest thing to do, maybe you start by forgiving someone else, someone who probably really needs it.

I would destroy every piece of evidence to protect you. I would burn the whole Sheriff's station to the ground.


Sheriff: Stiles, I can't protect you if I don't know the truth. Did you really feel like you couldn't tell me?
Stiles: I couldn't tell anyone.
Sheriff: Did you think that I wouldn't believe it was self defense?
Stiles: What if it wasn't? What if I told you I wanted him dead?
Sheriff: I believe you. I also believe that wanting someone dead and murdering them are two very different things.

Scott: Parrish, how many bodies do you actually see when you dream about the Nemeton?
Parrish: Everyone.

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Liam: Do you trust me?
Hayden: What? No!

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Liam: How come you didn't tell me you were alive?
Hayden: Maybe because you left me for dead.

I can't believe that this is actually a medical establishment.


Theo: I could have used him.
Hayden: For what?

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Teen Wolf Quotes

I have a son. His name is Mieczyslaw Stilinski, but we call him Stiles. I remember. When Stiles was a little kid, he couldn't say his first name. I'm not sure why, it pretty much rolls off the tongue, but the closest he could was mischief. His mother called him that until...I remember when Stiles first got his jeep. It belonged to his mother. She wanted him to have it. The first time he took a spin behind the wheel, he went straight into a ditch. I gave him his first roll of duct tape that day. He was always getting into trouble, but he always had a good heart, always. We're here tonight because my goofball son because he decided to drag Scott, his greatest friend in the world, into the woods to see a dead body.


We are the Wild Hunt. Those who hunt with us hunt forever.

Ghost Rider