I love you, Stefan. Hold onto that.
Stefan: You mean, you knew that you weren’t gonna survive this?
Elena: If it comes down to the people that I love getting killed or me, I know what my choice is gonna be.
Stefan: Elena, how—how could you stand out there earlier with me, talking about making plans for our future when you don’t even expect to have one.
Elena: I’m sorry, Stefan. I’m just trying to keep the people that I love safe. I’m trying to keep you safe.
Stefan: No. What you’re doing is you’re being a martyr.
Elena: How is that any different from when you say that you would die to keep me safe?
Stefan: Because I’ve already lived! 162 years I have lived, and you’ve barely begun, and now you want to let yourself get killed? That’s not heroic. It’s tragic.
The Vampire Diaries; 2.14 “Crying Wolf”
Ugh, that thing he does with his thumb on her face is my favorite thing ever.
Dear Diary, I’m not a believer. People are born, they grow old and then they die. That’s the world we live in. There’s no magic, no mysticism, no immortality. There is nothing that defies rational thought. People are supposed to be who they say they are and not lie or hide their true selves. It’s not possible. I’m not believer. I can’t be. But how can I deny what’s right in front of me? Someone who never grows old. Never gets hurt. Someone who changes in ways that can’t be explained. Girls bitten. Bodies drained of blood.”