Top 200 Kristen Callihan Quotes (2024 Update)
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101. “This man could sell boats to desert dwellers just by standing there, looking pretty.”

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102. “There were lies, and there were lies. Was a secret a lie? If one wanted to protect another?”

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103. “Your voice isn’t noise. It’s a song I want to hear over and over.”

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104. “Ack, joke gone bad, joke gone bad,” Brenna wails, flapping her hands. “Run away. Run away.”

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105. “I can’t promise you perfection. I’m a moody bastard sometimes. I’ll have down days. But I tried living without you, and it was the worst feeling of my life. You’re part of me, Stella.” My fist thumps against my chest where it still feels hollow and incomplete. “You live here. Always.”

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106. “You know I hate parties.” With the passion of a televangelist on Sunday morning. I suck at small talk and mingling. Give me a booth in a bar and a few good friends, and I’m a happy girl. But parties suck.”

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107. “I don’t need you to protect me, Ethan. I need you to want me.”

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108. “Thank you,” I say when I can find my voice. “For trusting me. For falling for me. I promise, Stella, I’ll always be there to catch you.”

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109. “I’m thinking we get you a couple of chunky rings, maybe a do-rag and a cutlass, and we can play capture-the-pirate later.”

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110. “Jesus,” I blurt out, lifting my hand as if to shield my eyes. “It’s like looking into the sun.” “What?” he snaps, those laser-bright eyes narrowing. Oh, this will be fun. “Just stop, will you?” I squint at him. “You’re too hot. It’s too much to take.” This is true, though I’d never have the guts to say so in normal circumstances. “Are you quite well?” he intones, as if he thinks the opposite. “No, you’ve nearly rendered me blind.” I flap a hand. “Do you have an off switch? Maybe put it on low?”

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111. “You woke me back up, Libby. You have to know that.”

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112. “And he rises. Up. Up. Up. Yep. Tall as a tree.”

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113. “Gray snorts. “Dude, I’ve just been compared to Thor. I totally win.” “What the hell does Thor have? A little hammer?” Drew waves a hand as if to say, please. But Gray smirks. “At least he isn’t hiding behind a wussy shield. Thor is a god. Enough said.”

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114. “Am I really living for the moment, or am I running away from reality?”

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115. “It is quite all right,” Miranda said. “There is a mad aunt lurking in my family close. We let her out, of course. But only at Christmastime.”

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116. “Oh, I bet you’d find that marvelous; all of us helpless women just smiling and nodding. Though I’m afraid it would never work on me.” “Of course not,” he deadpans. “I’m stuck next to the one afflicted with an apparently incurable case of verbal diarrhea.” “Says the man who is socially constipated.”

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117. “Finn is my happy. But he can’t be the only source. I’ll drown that way.”

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118. “I find myself wanting to study his lower abdomen, where the muscles are like stepping stones leading the way down to Mr. Happy.”

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119. “Just because you encountered some grit doesn’t mean you gotta quit.”

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120. “So,” James asks in a sing-song voice. “What’s manly Manny’s place like? Does he have a Red Room of Pain?”

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121. “There she is,” he announced in an almost sing-song manner, “my little devil lass, looking like a vision from Hell.”

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122. “His vocals are the stuff of legend – strong, clean, and powerful with a rawness that hooks into your soul and gives it a tug. He sings, and you feel he’s doing it just for you, taking your pain, frustration, joy, rage, sorrow, and love and giving it a voice.”

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123. “Life lesson that sucks? Giving advice is way easier than living your own life.”

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124. “Jesus on a motorcycle, he has a happy trail.”

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125. “I didn’t let her in. She just ended up there. I met her, and she became a part of me.” His dark eyes pin me. “It wasn’t a matter of letting her in. It was accepting that she was already there and going with it.”

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126. “Christ, Miri, murder and knife-wielding assassins aside, you are the greatest adventure of my life.”

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127. “So your stance on beards is?” His gaze so strong I feel it in my toes. My breathing picks up. “Don’t particularly like them.”

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128. “It’s like she’s embarking on a mission of doom.”

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129. “Drew doesn’t make me feel like myself. He makes me feel better than myself. As if there is a little broken part in me, rattling and loose, and whenever he’s near it falls into place and tightens. The thought has me withdrawing, sinking into that cold, thick place that chokes me. I’m beginning to need him too much.”

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130. “Do you not understand?” he whispered. “I have never belonged to anyone. Not since I was a child. It is a lonely thing to be unclaimed by another. The idea that I could be yours seduces me more than you can know.”

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131. “I don’t know what to make of this,” I whisper. “I didn’t expect you, Ethan.” His eyes search my face. “I’ve been waiting two years for you to see me.”

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132. “Have I told you how much it turns me on when you’re grumpy?” “No. But you’re a twisted individual, so I’m not surprised.”

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133. “But if you don’t let anyone in, you’re never going to fully enjoy living.”

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134. “Smiling, I shake my head. “Nothing. I just had this image of Thor and Captain America having a beer.”

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135. “Yes, this is my son, Felix Tiberius Scott.” Felix lifts his fist as if to say, “Respect my awesomeness, woman!”

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136. “I fell straight into the abyss. My want of her isn’t just physical; it is soul deep.”

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137. “He’s so perfectly sculpted he could be an anatomy lesson.”

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138. “You know very well.” Daisy ignored the way her breath hitched when he got too near. “You get riled up and off you go, throwing that Highland accent about as if to intimidate.” She dropped her voice in an imitation of his. “Ye will do as I say or I will take ye overr me knee an’ stroop yer backside!”

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139. “Liar, liar, your knickers are on fire.”

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140. “Some people grow up gradually, the foundations of their childhood steadily sinking into the earth so slowly they barely notice the change. Until one day they’re simply standing on their own two feet with little idea how they got there. Then there are people whose childhoods are smashed to bits in one blow. They topple into adulthood, flailing about for something to hold onto, and the terror of falling leaves a permanent scar on their psyche. Do those people ever end up feeling safe?”

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141. “So I do what any self-respecting competitor would. I shove him into the grass and take off.”

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142. “Total fangirl. You might even call me a groupie.”

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143. “Doesn’t Momoa have a beard?” I wave my hand. “Who has time to look at his beard when his muscles are on display?”

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144. “You’re crazy pants, you know that?” Her scowl is kind of cute.”

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145. “Aside from Ryder, none of us are particularly comfortable with the idea of modeling for the next few hours, but it’s for charity, so we’ll make due.”

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146. “Some people never understand the gift they have. And some people wait a lifetime to have someone to love.”

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147. “Part of me regrets ever meeting him. Because this hurts too much.”

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148. “Just say the word and you can have me, Fiona.”

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149. “If we made it through this ruse with me going to prison for assault instead of murder, I’d call it a win.”

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150. “He’s slowly carving his name into my heart. And it hurts.”

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