Frasi di L.J. Smith

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“E io che c'entro?", disse Gabriel, rilanciando il foglio a Kaitlyn. Era sdraiato sul letto a leggere una rivista di automobili - vetture di lusso. "Non è un problema mio".
Kaitlyn afferrò il foglio a mezz'aria. Aveva dovuto ricorrere a tutto il suo autocontrollo per entrare in quella stanza. Probabilmente non avrebbe dovuto farlo, ma in quel momento non riusciva ad affrontare Rob da sola, e Anna era al telefono con i suoi familiari dall'ora di cena.
Kaitlyn si sforzò di mantenere la calma.
"Se c'è qualcosa di vero in quello che sostiene Marisol, allora è un problema di tutti", disse a Gabriel con fermezza. "E tu sei stato l'unico a dire che qui c'era qualcosa che non andava".
Il ragazzo si strinse nelle spalle. "E allora?".
Kait aveva voglia di urlare. "Tu sei convinto che ci sia qualcosa che non va - ma non t'importa di scoprirlo? Non vuoi fare niente?".
Un accenno di sorriso baleno sulle labbra di Gabriel.
"Certo che voglio fare qualcosa. Farò quello che so fare meglio".
Kaitlyn non voleva dargli soddisfazione, ma non riuscì a nascondere la propria curiosità. Anche se si sentiva ridotta a fare la spalla di un comico, buttò lì la domanda: "E cosa sarebbe?"
"Pensare a me stesso", rispose compiaciuto Gabriel. Gli occhi neri scintillarono di maligna soddisfazione.”

“Appena la porta si chiuse, Kait disse "Gabriel - come l'arcangelo?". Non riuscì a nascondere l'inflessione pesante di sarcasmo nella propria voce.
La porta si riaprì, e Gabriel la soppesò con un lungo sguardo. Poi fece balenare un luminoso, allarmante sorriso. "Tu puoi entrare ogni volta che vuoi", disse.”

“Not that he regretted having killed the guy in Stockton. The one who'd been ready to shoot him over the five crumpled dollar bills in his jeans pocket. He was quite happy to have sent that particular home boy to hell.”

“Well then," Faye said. "Now that you've heard our story, we have just one question to ask you." She fixed Cassie with an odd half smile and said in a sweet, false voice, "Are you planning to be a good witch or a bad witch?”

“In the Night World there's this idea called the soulmate principle. It says that every person has one soulmate out there, just one. And that person is perfect for you and is your destiny.”

“Julian said the world was evil and horrible - remember? But then he proved himself that it wasn't”

“It's as if the world is full of honeybees and I'm the only flower" -Elena”

“It's the idea that everyone has one and just one soulmate in the world, and that if you find them, you recognize them immediately.”

“Maybe there was a magic stronger than spells. Maybe the soulmate principle was responsible, and if two people were meant to be together, nothing could keep them apart.”

“Tell Hugh," she whispered.
Tell Hugh your freaking self! He's right here! And you're not going anywhere.”

“Do I look like the kind of person who wastes time turning goats into pin cushions?”

“Like a revolving door to hell.”

“There's nothing to read into. I'm just here to collect my beloved Damon and Stefan is just helping me.”

“Interesting things happen in the dark…sometimes.”

“It was as if the normal veil that separated two people had melted.”

“I'm playing with fire, with something I don't understand.”

“Wasnt it Startre who said hell was eternity spent in a room with your friends?”

“Some instinct older than civilization was telling her to run, to flee.
She didn't move.”

“And her slender white neck was bowed over her book, the fair hair falling on either side of it”

“If I let myself care, all I'll feel is pain.”

“Damon, leather and silk and fine chiseled features. Mercurial and devastating.”

“No, I'll dream another dream," he said. "I've made up so many things, now I'll just go into one. I'll be part of it.”

“She started walking again. "Are you saying you didn't even want to be with her? Not even just a little?"
He stopped. "How could I want to be with her when I want to be with you? I told you that before this whole thing started.”

“Mary-Lynnette had an inexplicable impulse to knock Ash flat and fall down on top of him. She'd never felt that for any boy before.”

“Sheriff Mossberg was one of those people who never stop speaking until
they are finished, so by this time he was saying: “Do you understand
these rights?”
“No, sir! Mi ne komprenas Dumbtalk!”

“Love is for weak people, it's a delusion and it can be deadly.”

“You turned your back on me when I needed you.”

“And it was good just to hold her and touch the softness of her skin. He wanted to hold her hard, not to hurt her but to keep her safe, to show her that he was strong enough to protect her. Her beauty was like fire and strange music, and he loved her.”

“Okay, so she is crazy. I don’t care. I think I love her.”

“It did cross our minds at one point. Actually it seemed to keep crossing them. Maybe we should put in a crosswalk.
Ash”

“Things that really, really hurt are the right things to do.”