109 Quotes by Callie Hart

You don’t need to eat anything to taste good, Sloane. I’m addicted to how you taste, just as you are.

I care very deeply about your happiness. More than I should. I care about being personally responsible for your happiness, and that – ” he shakes his head, “ – is a confounding realization, believe me.

You’re no nightmare, Zara Llewellyn. You’re every single beautiful dream I’ve ever had. And I don’t plan on letting you go now.

I know plenty about you, Sloane. I know all I need to know. If you know nothing about me, then that’s on you and no one else. You should realize by now that if you wanna know something, all you ever need to do is ask. And you’re not the girl stupid enough to let me do anything. You’re the girl stupid enough to not see what’s standing right in front of her.

Alex isn’t safe enough to be right for me, and I’m not whole enough to be right for him, either. That’s really all there is to it.

Good poets bleed their pain out in their words. They capture the desolation and the hopelessness of life and transcribe it to paper in a way that makes you feel like your throat’s just been cut. It’s visceral. All troubled souls have a favorite poet.

Rebel tips his head back and laughs. I’ve never heard it before, his laughter. It sends electricity snapping through my torso, my arms, my legs, my head; it’s the most amazing sound.

Yeah. Was risking your job and your reputation worth saving me?” She doesn’t even think about her answer this time. “Yes.” “Then good. I’m glad we’re on the same page.

Do you trust me now?” “Yes. I trust you.” My lips tingle as he kisses me, then. A soft, light, barely there kiss that causes heat to pool in the bottom of my stomach. “Thank you, Sloane,” he whispers. “I’m going to hurt you now, but I promise you’re going to like it.