Top 200 Callie Hart Quotes (2026 Update)
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101. “He was so unbelievably perfect; he looked like he had been conjured out of someone’s dream, not born of reality.”

— Callie Hart

102. “This is the turning point. This is where I stop holding back. This is where I become his.”

— Callie Hart

103. “He looks like a goddamn UFC fighter. His skin is pale, ivory marked with splashes of black – tattoos.”

— Callie Hart

104. “And if you say you’d be a bluebird, then I’d love it if you were my bluebird.”

— Callie Hart

105. “You don’t just light me up a little. You are the goddamn sun, Argento.”

— Callie Hart

106. “You will never need to spend the night in a cell on my account, Sloane. Never. I’ll die before I let that happen.”

— Callie Hart

107. “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.”

— Callie Hart

108. “He bites down on his bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth, and I know I’m ruined. I’m ruined for every other man on the face of the planet.”

— Callie Hart

109. “I’m so in love with you, Carina Mendoza. I feel like I might die.”

— Callie Hart

110. “Just for a second there... it felt like she might be capable of gluing me back together too.”

— Callie Hart

111. “You asked for this. When you’re sore from coming so hard and you can’t recall your own name, remember that, Little Osha.”

— Callie Hart

112. “An Oshellith is a type of butterfly,” he called as he went. “Osha for short. They hatch, live, and die all in one day. The cold kills them very fast. Isn’t that right, Renfis?”

— Callie Hart

113. “What were you even thinking?” Everlayne growled, slapping down the folds of the skirt some more so that it hung properly. “He’s a Fae warrior, Saeris. You can not go around punching Fae warriors.”

— Callie Hart

114. “I had spent the past hour painstakingly engraving words down the very center of the blade. Words that would hopefully bode well for both the weapon and the warrior who bore it, and badly for those who found themselves at its sharp end. By righteous hands, deliverance of the unrighteous dead.”

— Callie Hart

115. “This was the kiss to end all kisses. Demanding, urgent, and carnal.”

— Callie Hart

116. “Funny how your own impending demise will rob a girl of her desire to take in the scenery.”

— Callie Hart

117. “We are nothing alike,” he said quietly. “You nearly died from a scratch that would have been a mild irritation to me. You are soft. You are fragile. You are vulnerable. You are a newborn fawn, stumbling around in the dark, surrounded by predators with very sharp teeth. I am the thing that exists on the other side of the dark. I’m the thing that puts the fear of the gods into the monsters who would eat you bones and all.”

— Callie Hart

118. “Eyes were not that color. I’d never seen that shade of green before – a jade so bright and vibrant that it didn’t look real.”

— Callie Hart

119. “That’s what Oshellith means in Old Fae, Saeris. Most Sacred.”

— Callie Hart

120. “It’s Saeris. My name. Call me that or nothing at all.” He cast an amused look over his shoulder, his lips parted a fraction, exposing the briefest glimpse of teeth. “Nothing at all? I like the sound of that. Come here and look at this, Nothing At All.”

— Callie Hart

121. “Because I’m magic.” “What about you is magic?” “Everything,” he said, entering the room. “My looks. My sword skills. My personality – ” “Your personality is trash.”

— Callie Hart

122. “There’s something... between us. You know there is.”

— Callie Hart

123. “Because what was a book, if not a portal into another realm, another time, another life even.”

— Callie Hart

124. “Please, for the love of the gods, don’t say anything. Just let me have my fantasy. Just for tonight.”

— Callie Hart

125. “He showed up with these in his hand and said he’d give them to me on one condition.” “Which was?” Carrion snagged a grape from the tray and popped it into his mouth. “That I take a bath.” “A bath?”

— Callie Hart

126. “The truth is that she’s way more than a friend to me and the both of us know it. Knowing something and being ready to own it are very different things, though.”

— Callie Hart

127. “I’ve never been one to trust in the gods, but I choose to believe that all things come from the same place when life begins. I have hope that they return to the same place when it ends. I’ll be waiting for you there, Saeris Fane.”

— Callie Hart

128. “Are you going to tell me about my parents, or are you going to start undressing each other? Because I can leave. I don’t have to, but I can,” Carrion said.”

— Callie Hart

129. “Always pay attention to the fine print. The devil’s in the details. Now go.”

— Callie Hart

130. “Even filthy and tired, you’re still beautiful.”

— Callie Hart

131. “He was all I could see. All I could smell. He was cold morning air, and smoke, and fresh-turned earth, and a thousand other complex scents I didn’t even have names for.”

— Callie Hart

132. “Even with the cruel smirk playing across his mouth, Kingfisher was savagely handsome. “What can I say?” he purred. “Being completely cut off from civilization and summarily forgotten about has a way of changing you after a while.”

— Callie Hart

133. “It’s a fox! A pest! This is probably what was living in the hearth before we ripped that den out. They steal food from the kitchens.” The creature wasn’t nearly as hideous as I’d first thought. I darted forward, stooping low, covering the little thing with my body, gripped by a sudden remorse. “You definitely can’t kill it then. Not if we destroyed its home.” “It’s going to bite you,” Kingfisher said. “No, it won’t. It – ” It bit me.”

— Callie Hart

134. “Well, I suppose if no one else is going to say it, then I will. You look downright fuckable, Saeris Fane.”

— Callie Hart

135. “Fisher hooked his fingers underneath the hem of my shirt and rested his hand against my skin. The move wasn’t sexual. It was simple contact between one person and another. Grounding. Intimate. A connection.”

— Callie Hart

136. “I’ll be grateful for every second that I can say I belong to you, Saeris Fane.”

— Callie Hart

137. “Do you have any idea what those boots cost me?” “Let me guess. Your virginity.”

— Callie Hart

138. “I have to say, I was expecting that to go differently,” he mused. And then I punched him square in the mouth.”

— Callie Hart

139. “Kingfisher removed one hand, but it made no difference – he only needed one hand to hold both of mine.”

— Callie Hart

140. “Right. Sure.” Humans and Fae were different in many ways, but sarcasm was universal.”

— Callie Hart

141. “Good.” I flipped the sword and handed it to him. “Then give it a name and let’s go.” The evening was almost here, and the others were waiting for us. Carrion held the sword, turning it this way and that. After much consideration, he said, “It looks like a Simon.” “Simon?” “Yeah. Simon. Don’t blame me. That’s what it looks – ” He stopped talking and listened. “See. It likes the name. It wants to be Simon.”

— Callie Hart

142. “I don’t care how big it is. I care about the way you answer.” A slow, terrifying smirk spread across his face. “It’s big enough to make you scream and then some.”

— Callie Hart

143. “I don’t enjoy hurting people. I don’t like it at all. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t necessary. To avoid far more serious pain, sometimes we have to endure a little sting.”

— Callie Hart

144. “The ink flowed beneath his skin, crossing from him to... to... sinners, it flowed along my fingertips, spreading over my skin, flowing just like his smoke over the backs of my hands. A delicate little bird took shape on the inside of my right forearm. It stretched its wings and took flight, its tiny body flitting over my stomach as its wings beat a thousand times a minute.”

— Callie Hart

145. “I sobbed. The name he gave me, the name I hated, was a declaration of what I meant to him even then.”

— Callie Hart

146. “Most couples flirted by making eyes at each other or complimenting each other’s outfits. We did it by discussing how best to murder our enemies.”

— Callie Hart

147. “I’m the thing that puts the fear of the gods into the monsters who would eat you bones and all.”

— Callie Hart

148. “There he was, sitting at a table on the far side of the tavern with three of his dim-witted friends, his back to the corner so he could keep a weather eye on the crowd. Carrion Swift: the most notorious gambler, cheat, and smuggler in the entire city. He was also uncommonly good in bed – the only man in Zilvaren who’d ever made me scream his name out of pleasure rather than frustration.”

— Callie Hart

149. “I don’t normally. I don’t lie to anyone. I will certainly never lie to you, Sloane, but I will lie for you. Only you.”

— Callie Hart

150. “If it were up to me, we wouldn’t spend another night without each other again.” Gently, he reached for the end of my braid and drew it over my shoulder toward him. He slowly unfastened it, working my hair loose with his fingers. His eyes were cautious when they sought out mine. “Does that scare you?” he murmured.”

— Callie Hart