Callihan Quotes & Sayings

She ought to call him Benjamin, but it was too intimate, too soft.
"My lord?" she ventured, only half serious.
"Good, God, no."
She bit back a smile. "Husband?" she took a sip of wine.
He grunted. "Are we to become Quakers? — Kristen Callihan

He'd die for her, but she would kill for him. — Kristen Callihan

Be dragons,'" I read out loud. "Are you the dragon?" The corner of his mouth quirks. His hands rest on my hips, holding on with just enough tension to tell me he isn't quite comfortable with the inspection but is letting me look anyway. "Map makers used to put the saying along the borders, for places where they hadn't yet charted. It's in reference to the unknown, to be mindful of the unexplored. — Kristen Callihan

The whole of my life I have relied on beauty first, brains second. It was expected, even requested. But you saw right through me from the start. You are the only man I've ever known who has looked beyond my face and wanted to know me for me. And I find myself wanting you to know the whole of me. — Kristen Callihan

And who shall you be once you don your grand disguise?"
"La luna," she said with a smile.
"Then I shall be la notte to your moon" Archer lifted the hard black mask he held and slipped it over his thinner silk one — Kristen Callihan

If you want only one woman, the rest is just noise. — Kristen Callihan

I used to think that if I figured out what I wanted to do with my life, everything would fall into place. Now," I shrug, "now I'm thinking that happiness is never going to be having the perfect job, house, life. It isn't a destination, you know? It's a series of moments. I mean, isn't that what life is? Moments? The here and now? — Kristen Callihan

I love you. The rest is darkness." Her fingers curled around the smooth swells of his biceps. "Then let me be your light." Archer — Kristen Callihan

Your sex life isn't anyone's business." I look down at her. "I'd like it to be your business. — Kristen Callihan

Perhaps there are some things we can't let go of, but simply accept as over. — Kristen Callihan

I've wanted you from the moment I saw you, Cherry. You
say what you mean and don't filter it ... — Kristen Callihan

Destroyed. My polished armor. My stubborn resistance. My hardened heart. She's smashed through the first two and laid total claim on the third. And I don't feel like running. — Kristen Callihan

The bed creaks as he eases closer. And then I feel it.
Oh, fucking hell. Just no. He can't do this to me.
It's big, it's hard, and it's nudging my ass.
We both freeze. Well, Gabriel freezes. His dick? It nudges me again, that blunt head pushing into the small of my back as if to say hello.
"Involuntary reaction," Gabriel says in a strangled voice. "Ignore it."
His hard-on says otherwise.
I swallow with difficulty. "Your hard dick is poking me in the ass. I can no more ignore it than if you slapped me in the face with it."
He stills, a sound gurgling in his throat. I'm about to apologize for being so crude, when he bursts out laughing. — Kristen Callihan

Truth is, we all project a false front to the world, peppering our social media pages with witty words and silly emoticons. Life narrowed down to 140 characters, staged selfies, and tirades over opinion posts. Life lived for the approval of the masses, all while tearing strangers down for the slightest misstep. — Kristen Callihan

Christ," he said to the tiny reflection of himself that floated along the surface of his coffee,
"You have become quite the maudlin sop, haven't you? Laughing softly, he rubbed a hand over his face.
Step one on the road back to sanity, stop talking to yourself. — Kristen Callihan

[Poppy] "You will never forgive me, will you?"
[Win's] head snapped back, those deep eyes of his clouding for a moment. And then he sighed. "It is not a question of forgiveness. I lied, you lied, we both lied."
"Are you conjugating? Or is there a point? For I confess, I cannot understand what you are about. — Kristen Callihan

There is one absolute truth. The sum of my existence equals you. — Kristen Callihan

No one else gets all of me, Cherry. — Kristen Callihan

What is beauty or ugliness but a false front that prompts man to make assumptions rather than delving deeper. — Kristen Callihan

Punching out an argument is an accepted form of conflict resolution in the man code. It's part of our bylaws. — Kristen Callihan

From flesh to bone to blood of heart, shall we be entwined, never to part. — Kristen Callihan

We should remember that with such preparatory reading, a good pace to maintain is to try and finish a book every week or two. This may seem intimidating at first, and if it were considered a hobby, it would be overwhelming. But the task is the education of your children, which is not a hobby but a vocation. The word vocation comes from the Latin verb voco, which means "I call." A person's vocation is his calling; a parent's vocation is to learn in order to teach. — Wesley Callihan

You woke me back up, Libby. You have to know that. — Kristen Callihan

There is a fine line between persistence and being a pest, my lord. — Kristen Callihan

He's slowly carving his name into my heart. And it hurts. — Kristen Callihan

Just think of me as your friendly neighborhood cuddler." He's quiet again before another question bursts from him. "Are you telling me you'd do this for anyone?" I snuggle down. "No. That you're insanely hot is a huge factor. I get to cop a feel under the guise of civic duty." "Oh, for fuck's sake." A smile pulls at my lips. "Can it with the outrage. I know for a fact that most people would rather snuggle up to a hot dude. If it makes me shallow for admitting that, so be it." He — Kristen Callihan

This message is brought to you by the BCBS [Booty Call Broadcasting System]. If you are back in town, get your wet ass over here. (The Hook Up, 42%) — Kristen Callihan

If you want this baby, then we'll learn as we go. If you don't - " He kisses me again. "Then I'll hold your hand every step of the way. — Kristen Callihan

Mr. Alexander Graham Bell claims to have invented [photophone transmitter], though really it was created through a collaborative effort with Mr. Charles Sumner Tainter. In all honesty," she said, "a great inventor needs a healthy amount of conceit. Mr. Bell and, fellow inventor, Mr. Edison would declare they'd created the moon and the tides between them if they could get away with the claim. — Kristen Callihan

It's like she's embarking on a mission of doom. — Kristen Callihan

I wasn't prepared to need you this much. I don't know who I am anymore if you aren't with me. — Kristen Callihan

Time has a way of fading the sharp edges of a person's image. — Kristen Callihan

By the time she'd finished with him, with a little encouraging pat and a request that he rest quiet like a good lad, there was no point in denying it: Holly Evernight would be the death of him. — Kristen Callihan

Fi pulls up another section of hair to braid. Not to mention Dad is going to shit puppies when he finds out. Mom will probably bake a ten-tiered stress cake, then kick it. — Kristen Callihan

Ouch. Do you mind? This is a silk-wool blend. You'll wrinkle it." "It's about to be shredded." She seethes up at me, eyes shooting sparks. "You just totally threw our business out there." "I told them not to talk about it." Her nose wrinkles. "Which means they'll be talking about it even more." "No, they won't." "Yes, we will," Rye calls. I point at him. "Start practicing your Running Man. — Kristen Callihan

Their eyes met, and that spark of something hot and sharp ripped through her again. Awareness. It took a moment to realize, but that was it. She was utterly aware of him. Of the breadth of his shoulders, the deep even way he breathed, the force of his gaze. Bloody hell, but she we beset by the craving to touch him, testing the strength in those shoulders. — Kristen Callihan

Things must be done, life must go on. Life would go on, even if every breath she took hurt, even if her joints ached when she moved. Sorry and loneliness were an insidious evil, for they lived in the mind. One could not take a tonic and see them dissipate. — Kristen Callihan

We are, all of us, fucked up in some way," she says. "The only difference is a matter of how deep our crazy goes and how we handle our shit. Frankly, I think the crazy comes and goes in cycles. — Kristen Callihan

Gray texted me a joke the other day. Want to hear it?"
"Knowing Gray's terrible jokes, probably not. But okay."
He rubs the back of his neck. "What do you call a cow with no legs?"
I caress his waist where muscles ripple. "What?"
"Ground beef. — Kristen Callihan

Christ, Miri, murder and knife-wielding assassins aside, you are the greatest adventure of my life. — Kristen Callihan

He's so perfectly sculpted he could be an anatomy lesson. — Kristen Callihan

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? — Kristen Callihan

I HAVE ANNA all to myself for seven days. Seven days of living by what I start to call the holy trinity of "S" sex, sleep, and sustenance. It's all we really need. My bed is base camp, though we've made forays onto the couch, the kitchen counter, and that one time on my weight bench, though I can't recall how we even got there. I can, however, recall with perfect clarity the way Anna came, how her inner walls clutched me as she cried out. Which makes me horny all over again as I hobble out to the kitchen for more sustenance. — Kristen Callihan

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. — Kristen Callihan

but one of the guys next to him looks like he eats screaming villagers for breakfast. — Kristen Callihan

- Mine goes with you. Always. — Kristen Callihan

You never made me weak," he said, giving her a little shake. "You make me strong." His big hands smoothed up her arms. "Just knowing you're in this world makes me want to live in it, makes me want to fight. — Kristen Callihan

So," James asks in a sing-song voice. "What's manly Manny's place like? Does he have a Red Room of Pain? — Kristen Callihan

Randal is a lad of about twenty and two, curly-haired and distressingly cherubic in appearance."
"Distressingly? Really, Northrup, I cannot see what could be distressing about a cherub."
His brows drew in a scowl. "They're baby angels, for God's sake." As if this explained all. — Kristen Callihan

His smile falls. "You also forgot 'Don't play the game unless you're one-hundred-percent commented.' Which really just means, if you don't love it, get out. — Kristen Callihan

Not necessary. Man-buns are hot. I blame Jason Momoa. There was only so much watching him bang Khaleesi the female population could take before they wanted their own Khal Drogo. — Kristen Callihan

sight of the name on the screen. Anna. It grows when I read the text. This message is brought to you by the BCBS [Booty Call Broadcasting System]. If you are back in town, get your wet ass over here. — Kristen Callihan

You're crazy pants, you know that?" Her scowl is kind of cute. — Kristen Callihan

Oh yeah, I own this like a patronus, baby. — Kristen Callihan

I am nature, the universal Mother, mistress of all the elements, primordial child of time, sovereign of all things spiritual, queen of the dead, queen of the ocean, queen also of the immortals ... — Kristen Callihan

You have me," he rasps as though I'm killing him now. "You fucking have all of me. — Kristen Callihan

You've told me repeatedly now that you find me blindingly attractive." "That doesn't mean I like you. Besides, your brand of pretty is like a weapon. You reel victims in with it, just like a vampire does. I wouldn't be surprised if you sparkle in the sun." "I cannot believe I'm arguing with a woman who references Twilight." "The fact that you know I'm referencing Twilight betrays you as a secret Edward-loving fanboy." His snort is loud and scathing. "Team Jacob all the way." I can't help it, my eyes fly open, and I lift a corner of my mask to glare at him. "That's it. We can never be friends. — Kristen Callihan

Keep talking to me," he whispers.
I pause. "Doesn't noise hurt your head?"
Thick lashes cast shadows at the tops of his cheeks. "Your voice isn't noise. It's a song I want to hear over and over."
Oh. My. — Kristen Callihan

Kiss the girl, already." Johnson begins to sing. Badly. A cheesy tot hits his cheek, and he chucks a wing at Diaz in retaliation. It goes wide. "Isn't that the song the little crab sings in The Lion King?" Dex asks. "It's The Little Mermaid. And stop playing like you don't know. — Kristen Callihan

You've destroyed me, Anna Jones. — Kristen Callihan

I'm thinking of Anna, who kissed my bruises with a tenderness that made my heart flip over in my chest before she sucked my cock until I lost my mind. Anna who, with her plain speaking and fierce declarations, gave me back a piece of my pride. Anna, who still won't kiss me on the mouth or let me kiss hers — Kristen Callihan

There are times when a girl needs sexy. That's the thing no one ever tells you. Sexy can be both a weapon and a wall of defense. — Kristen Callihan

They neared the end of the platform. Behind them the train gave one last, loud whistle.
His cheeky miss quirked one of her straight brows.
"you'll miss your train, sir."
"Some things are worth missing, and some are not. — Kristen Callihan

Talking to you is like talking to myself. Only better."
"It's scary that I get that. — Kristen Callihan

So
what about you? What are you doing tonight?"
"Same thing. Going out with my QB."
"Finn Mannus?" I give a little sigh. "He's dreamy."
Okay, I'm still a little irked by Dex's archaic "man code" thing with Gray, and
payback is a bitch.
Predictably, Dex makes a noise of disdain. "Thought you didn't follow football."
"There's a difference between following the sport and following a hot player," I
tease.
"Never thought I'd be the jealous type," he drawls. "But I guess I am because I
have the sudden urge to punch the little shit in the face right about now. — Kristen Callihan

What do you get when you cross a vampire with a snowman?" "What?" "Frostbite. — Kristen Callihan

She is dangerous because I cannot control her. — Kristen Callihan

Just know I'm with you. Even when I'm far away, I'm with you. — Kristen Callihan

Anna has confessed to being a night owl, mostly due to staying up reading. — Kristen Callihan

Funny thing about life, it's so easy to view it from the outside in. We can see the exact point where our friends fuck up, do the wrong thing, are blind to what's right in front of them. As in, why the fuck won't they just listen to us and take our advice instead of bumbling all over the place? We watch horror movies and know when to shout at the dumb girl who goes in the basement to investigate that noise; we revel in her stupidity, feel superior to it. If it were us, we assure ourselves, we wouldn't be so stupid. Sure we would; we just wouldn't realize the danger. Because the truth is, we're walking deaf, dumb, and blind half of the time. And even though I can tell myself this afterward, after I fuck up, it doesn't make me feel any better. Because I'm about to do a fuck up royale. With cheese. — Kristen Callihan

Just because you encountered some grit doesn't mean you gotta quit. — Kristen Callihan

If only it were you. — Kristen Callihan

He ignores Ivy's request and keeps on. "You never told me you could sing like
that! Jesus, I don't know what to think about anymore. My honey knows she's the
worst dancer in the world, and Dex is like a fucking rock god."
That earns him a slap on the head from Ivy and an eye roll from me. — Kristen Callihan

She glared at me. I didn't care. One word was playing a loop in my heaad: mine. — Kristen Callihan

I don't know whether to run or grab hold of her and never let go. — Kristen Callihan

Somewhere over the Atlantic, at thirty-five thousand feet, she wrapped herself around me, and my brain decided to equate her scent, the sound of her voice, the feel of her skin, with comfort.
I have no idea how I'm supposed to dissuade myself of this notion, and I am not yet ready to try. — Kristen Callihan

But at the end of the day, who I come home to, who I share my accomplishments with is what makes the struggle worth it — Kristen Callihan

Heart hurting, I stand rigid in his embrace and stare down Whitney. "Considering you've called me Anna Banana-pants since the third grade," I add coolly, "you're either extremely dense or a liar. — Kristen Callihan

Just the tip, sweetheart." He nudges against me, slipping along my wetness, as I whimper. His voice goes dark. "Just for a second. — Kristen Callihan

Your voice isn't noise. It's a song I want to hear over and over. — Kristen Callihan

What's green and smells like pork?" Relieved that he's engaging, I have to bite my lip to keep from grinning. "What?" "Kermit's finger." "Eew." I laugh as I bat his arm. "That is vile. — Kristen Callihan

She makes me grateful for every sunrise. Because I wake up knowing she's in the world. — Kristen Callihan

All our lives, we're told work hard, strive for more, do all you can to live that life less ordinary. Money, power, fame, everyone wants it. But you get there and suddenly you're supposed to be ashamed, be humble?" He shakes his head. "Fuck that noise. I say live your life on your terms. If someone judges you about material things, that's their problem. — Kristen Callihan

We're all monsters, luv. Each and every one of us. So happens some of us have prettier faces to hide behind is all." On — Kristen Callihan

You know what? Fuck it. Here's the truth: I wasn't happy - until I met you."
I literally rock back on my heels, nearly blown away by his candor.
His hands fist as he takes a step closer. "I've been here for nearly two months. I never stay in one place that long. And why do you think I'm still here? The scenery? No. It's you that I don't want to leave. — Kristen Callihan

His cream-colored three-piece suit, gray silk tie, and sky blue shirt. He's wearing — Kristen Callihan

But I can only lie against him, draped over his solid body like a sweaty girl blanket, and just drift. — Kristen Callihan

Anna, baby, you would never be the girl I didn't see, whether we had met now or in high school." He pulls me in close, rubbing his nose along the tip of mine. "Don't you understand? I know you wouldn't be because, since the moment I laid eyes on you, you're all I can see. — Kristen Callihan

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. — Kristen Callihan

[Winston]: " ... I never felt everything was completely safe. I think part of me knew I'd gained you through false means."
... "Win," [Poppy] whispered against his mouth, "my heart was always yours, never think otherwise. — Kristen Callihan

My chatty girl has no idea what she's gotten herself into. Because I'm not letting her go. — Kristen Callihan

What do we have, Killian?" I ask softly.
His eyes meet mine. "I don't know. But it's real. It's the only real thing I have right now. — Kristen Callihan

Smiling, I shake my head. Nothing. I just had this image of Thor and Captain America having a beer. — Kristen Callihan

You didn't know how to live under my light? I don't have a light anymore unless you're there. — Kristen Callihan

If life has taught me anything it's to appreciate what you've got. Take something for granted and it could be gone before you even realized what you had. — Kristen Callihan

I think you're beautiful," he says softly.
"Beauty fades," I choke out.
"Not when it comes from inside. — Kristen Callihan

You're fighting the urge to look down and check, aren't you?" I say in the dark. My dick stirs, like he knows he's about to become a conversation piece and wants to look his best. — Kristen Callihan

You're so beautiful to me," he says against my mouth.
I pull back to look him in the eyes. "To you?"
He often says that, and part of me wonders if others have said something contrary to him.
"To me." His fingers trace the curve of my shoulder, brushing a lock of hair over it. "When we're together, it's just you and me. No one else exists. — Kristen Callihan

Winning is a subjective thing, — Kristen Callihan

You're it. My present, my future, my everything. — Kristen Callihan