Aurora de Martel

Roses are red. Lavender is blue. Find me before I come for you.

— I can't lose you again, Tristan. I won't lose you again.
— I'm sorry. I love you.

— I think I know how to fix you.
— Tristan tried fixing me countless times. Can you imagine being brought before a doctor or a monk, who sticks you in ice baths or cuts you open, bleeds you to try to help?
— I'm sorry you went through that.
— Don't be. Your family would have done the same to you in my day.

— This sarcophagus should be strong enough to trap the Tribrid. And once we have her locked inside, we will subject her to eternal torment at the bottom of the ocean. She will die and come back, drown to death over and aver again. And I will finally have my vengeance.
— First off, Hope always finds a way out. Always. And secondly, even if she didn't, don't you think that's a little... biblical?
— I thought you wanted revenge. This is what revenge looks like.

Death... lasts but a moment.

Once a Mikaelson, always a Mikaelson.

— Like I keep telling people, I'd like to be left alone.
— Then why are you working with her?

— I bested her thoroughly, but she refuses to die.
— That sounds like her, all right.

None of us really change, do we? We are who we are.

There's the Klaus in you. Strike first, feel later. Ignoring your own hypocrisy. Whatever it takes to win, I suppose.