109 Quotes by Callie Hart

There’s a very real danger that he’ll hold his cup to my lips, and I’ll drink down his poison like I’m dying and he’s the cure.

No matter what we are or who created us, we’re all energy. And energy that becomes bound together by love cannot be torn apart. Not by time. Not by grief and pain. Not even the veil of death.

No, the frigid, cold, empty thing that lives inside me showed up the day after my mother died. It told me it was pointless to care about people. It told me it was useless to consider what they think or feel or desire out of life.

Or maybe you’ll see that I am a monster. And maybe you’ll fall in love with me anyway.

A feather is a miraculous thing. So commonplace and every day, we barely even notice them poking out of our pillows, or caught on a gentle breeze, or bobbing along the surface of a lazy river, caught in the eddies and rushing vortexes as it’s swept downstream. But a feather is a feat of engineering. And this feather, the one that must have been slipped beneath my bedroom door, is a beautiful one to be sure.

A secret is a terrible and wonderful thing. It’s a flickering candle flame in your chest, warming you from the inside.

I always thought I'd find the ultimate happiness within the pages of a book. I've been so convinced of that fact that I devoted so much of my life disappearing inside them, searching for that which has always eluded me. I should have known I wouldn't find what I was looking for on ink and paper. Even the poets entrusted their foolish hearts into the hands of others.

The thing about anger was this: you could argue and reason with it all you liked, but it was like a drug coursing through your veins. It was almost impossible to relinquish. It made you feel righteous, and it made you feel strong, and at the end of the day there was nothing worse than feeling unjustified and weak instead.

Hey, bluebird,” he whispers. “I’ve been dreaming about you.