There is not a thing on this earth that will matter enough for me to waste even thirty more seconds of my time. — Klaus Mikaelson

I have had enough family to last me a lifetime. Why would I possibly want anymore? — Klaus Mikaelson

One of the tragic consequences of war… innocent bystanders. — Klaus Mikaelson

I forgot how much I like this town. — Klaus Mikaelson

There’s no power in love! Mercy makes you weak! Family makes you weak! — Klaus Mikaelson

What is done is never undone. It remains within ourselves, A story we tell ourselves so that we know who we are. — Klaus Mikaelson

This family makes me want to murder people. — Klaus Mikaelson

Anything you felt for him was quite real. And for the record, the level of awkwardness we’re all currently experiencing is entirely genuine. — Klaus Mikaelson

You rant and rave about the monster I have become, but you, mother, you are the author of everything I am. — Klaus Mikaelson

Tonight you’ll sleep and you’ll dream of a world far better than this one. A world where there is no evil no demons and all people desire only to be good. — Klaus Mikaelson

This community that you’ve built, you have their respect, their love. I can rule them, but I cannot win them. — Klaus Mikaelson

If I tell you who I really am and you refuse to believe me then I can hardly be blamed for your disappointment. — Klaus Mikaelson

When I order werewolves to be hunted to extinction, I expect you to stand to the side and let the blood flow. — Klaus Mikaelson

You hardly know him… and yet you miss him. What is it about my brother that always inspires such instant admiration? — Klaus Mikaelson

You’re a piece of work. But, guess what? I’m quite a piece of work myself. — Klaus Mikaelson

After 1,000 years, one might expect life to be less keenly felt, for its beauties and its sorrows to diminish with time. — Klaus Mikaelson

Either way, a new day is coming whether we like it or not. The question is will you control it, or will it control you? — Klaus Mikaelson

I knew you were tough. I knew you were cunning. But I never knew you were a queen. — Klaus Mikaelson

They say the passage of time will heal all wounds, but the greater the loss, the deeper the cut and the more difficult the process to become whole again. — Klaus Mikaelson

A warrior fights for what they believe in. A warrior fights for his family. — Klaus Mikaelson

What of the witches? In my time, they were a force to be reckoned with, and now they live in fear. How do you know when they’re using magic? — Klaus Mikaelson

Death dances silently in everyone’s shadow, and she doesn’t give a damn. So why give a damn about her? — Klaus Mikaelson

What we need to do is focus. — Klaus Mikaelson

Seems rather uncivilized to laugh and dance around the body of a loved one. — Klaus Mikaelson

People quake with fear because I have the power to make them afraid. — Klaus Mikaelson

You remain ever the wise counsel, brother. The rest of the family could learn something from you. — Klaus Mikaelson

You know, it’s funny how often a person’s sharp tongue can end up cutting their own throat. — Klaus Mikaelson

The more who find out about the cure, the more who will go after it. Nations have gone to war over less. — Klaus Mikaelson

You judge me evil, yet it was your lust that made me what I am. — Klaus Mikaelson

The woman brought us into the world, made us what we are, and the whole time she lied to me. She made me weak. — Klaus Mikaelson

What a thing, you know, to have to work that hard every day just to stay alive, to be constantly on the verge of death, and how satisfying every day must be that it survived. — Klaus Mikaelson

You don’t arm yourself after war has been declared. You build your army so big that no one dares pick the fight. — Klaus Mikaelson

Hatred, a pure and perfect hatred that’s greater now than the day I first took your life. — Klaus Mikaelson

In the one moment when you two could have chosen to stand by me, to believe in me, believe my intentions for my own child were pure, you chose to stand against me. To side with my enemies. — Klaus Mikaelson

The pain may fade, but scars serve as a reminder of our suffering and make the bearer all the more resolved never to be wounded again. — Klaus Mikaelson