Between Here and the Horizon Quotes

“He was a man possessed. I was a woman lost. Together, we were two halves of something fragile and delicate, beautiful in its complexity.”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon

“You’re not real,” he told me, curling a piece of my hair around his index finger. “How can you be?” “I’m pretty sure I am,” I said breathlessly. “Then why do I constantly feel like I’m underwater when I’m with you? Dreaming? Imagining every second?”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon

“I love you, too, Ophelia. God, loving you is the cruelest, most unkind thing I can do to you, and yet I’m going to do it anyway. Do you know what that means?” I tried to look away again—I was buried under an avalanche of emotion, and I felt as though I would suffocate from it. Sully wouldn’t let me hide from him, though. He ducked down, bending so our eyes were locked once more. “Loving you isn’t me telling you something we both already know. It’s waking up together every morning. It’s making love, and arguing and fighting, and dealing with each other’s shit. It’s walking across hot coals for you. It’s protecting you, and keeping you, and honoring you always. There’s no half measure in this, okay? So you have to be fucking sure, because once we travel down this road together, there is no turning back. There is no good ol’ college try. There’s me, and there’s you. Forever. This will change me, and it’ll change you, too. It’s a part of us already. Once we let it overtake us, there won’t be any turning back. Is that what you want?” “Is it what you want?” I asked in a small voice. “Don’t do that. Own your feelings. You don’t need to know what I think before you can make up your mind.”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon

“Hours later, in bed, too tired to sleep and too awake to dream, my cell phone buzzed on my nightstand, lighting up the room. It was from Sully. Or, as he’d apparently named himself in my phone, the hottest guy in the world. Such an asshole.”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon

“Sully blinked, remaining absolutely still. “You knew all too well that was going to happen the moment you started showing up on my doorstep with food in your hands, Lang. It was nice to pretend we were gonna be able to prevent it, but we both knew…” “I thought you didn’t like people who lied to themselves,” I said, giving him a small smile. “I’m not perfect. I break rules.” “I’ve noticed.”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon

“I picked up my phone from my nightstand, skin prickling all over with hurt, eyes stinging a little too brightly at the words he’d written down on the paper…until I saw the text message waiting for my on the screen. At some point, Sully had changed his name in my contacts from ‘Hottest Guy In The World’ to ‘Lamest Guy In The World’. The lone message he’d sent to me contained few words, but they hit hard. Sully: Don’t do it, Lang. Don’t go. I sat up in bed, staring at the note, re-reading it over and over again, knowing now what he was really telling me. He did love. He would miss me. He didn’t want me to go.”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon

“Who was this man? He was so different to the cautious, aggressive, cold guy who’d nearly scared me half to death at the bottom of the stairs all those weeks ago. Here was a man who could love, who had so much love to give if only he just let himself. “You promised me,” I whispered. “Promised you what?” “That you wouldn’t let me fall.”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon

“He looked less restless than he did when awake, but his brow was still furrowed, as if he were still plagued with the weight of his burdens in his dreams. I lightly stroked my fingers over that creased area between his eyebrows, and they eased, all but disappearing. “Damn you, Sully Fletcher,” I whispered. “Damn you all to hell.” Quickly I got up and got dressed, trying not to disturb him. I was fully clothed about to tiptoe my way down the spiral staircase when his voice stopped me. “Lang, wait.” Crap. I turned, and Sully was sitting up in the confusion of sheets, chest bare, light shining down on him through the huge windows overhead. He had a frown on his face, but his eyes were soft. Not angry. Just slightly disappointed, perhaps. “This isn’t going to work for me,” he said. “What isn’t?” “You sneaking off in the early hours of the morning, fully intending not to come back. Right?” I looked down at my feet.”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon

“I’ve never kissed a girl for the first time without being drunk, y’know?” he said. “What? You’re not about to, either.” I tried to step back, embarrassed, too shocked to even believe for a second that he was being serious. He slipped an arm around my waist and stopped me, though. “God, Lang. Not much in my life is easy. Just getting out of bed at the moment is a goddamn uphill struggle. Breathing is far more taxing than it should be most days. Don’t go making this difficult, too.” He smiled his reckless smile, dimples locked and loaded, ready to kill, and my chest squeezed tightly. He was being perfectly serious, and I had no idea how to react. I just kind of froze, alarmed and unarmed, caught completely off guard.”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon

“A nuclear bomb would have to detonate inside my chest cavity to stir even the faintest of responses from the lump of flesh that pumps my blood around my body.” “I sure that’s an intentional def—” “Do not say defense mechanism. I’m done defending myself from things. I decided assault was the only way forward a long time ago.”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon

“I just don’t like people taking liberties.” “None taken. Yet,” he said, smirking. “But feel free to overstep as many boundaries as you like when you’re in bed later, all hot and bothered, staring at my number in your phone, wondering if you should message me.” “You think pretty highly of yourself, don’t you?” He nodded sagely. “I have to. No one else is gonna bother.”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon

“I disappeared back in the kitchen, shaking my head, trying to dislodge the image of Sully’s ass that had burned itself into my retinas. It wasn’t all that easy, though. I got the feeling I could bleach my eyeballs and the sight would still be there every time I blinked.”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon

“Accurate enough to tell me that you’re burning up. Jesus, Sully, you should never have left the medical center. What were you thinking?” “I was thinking I had a better chance of survival at home, where Gale couldn’t shoot me up with adrenalin instead of morphine by accident.”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon

“Does it entertain me to make people uncomfortable?” He thought for a second. “No, it doesn’t entertain me. Other people’s discomfort is an unfortunate by-product of my ‘no bullshit’ policy. It has nothing to do with me. It has everything to do with them. They only feel uncomfortable because they’re being dishonest, or they’re hiding something. I don’t like being untrue to myself, and that makes them feel bad because that’s all they ever are. Their lives are shambolic.”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon

“These Fletchers are all far too ready to die. It’s in their bones.”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon

“Someone who finally wasn’t afraid to say what everyone else was thinking: why the fuck were we out here, playing cat and mouse games, theoretically protecting a country of people who didn’t even fucking want us here?”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon

“Do not come into the study.
Do not allow the children into the study.
Keep the children calm.
Keep the children safe.”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon

“Cold, cold Ronan laughed and played along. It seemed he had a warm heart after all, even if it was reserved for some people over others. I couldn’t stop myself from softening to him as I leaned against the wall by the door, watching them quietly play. Then again, I didn’t exactly try and stop myself. Ronan, despite our rocky first meeting and his casual way of implying I wanted to sleep my way through the inhabitants of the island, was weirdly growing on me.”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon

“Firstly,” he said, holding up his index finger. “I wanted to thank you. I know…I know I’m not an easy person to be around, Ophelia, and I also know that I wasn’t very…” He seemed to grope for the remainder of his sentence. It took him a while before he continued. “I wasn’t very pleasant at your interview.” “No, you weren’t. You were a jerk.” The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them. Oh, shit. Where the hell did that come from?”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon

“He was wealthy third generation Irish landowner arrogant. And where the hell did he even get a motorcycle out here?”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon

“In the end, the decision had been obvious, though sad. And so here I was, on another plane. Wheels up. Thirty thousand feet. Another gin and tonic, and another bad airplane meal”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon

“Ophelia, I’m sure you’ve had plenty of time to consider my proposition by now. My children aren’t like me. They’re young and fragile, and they miss their mother. They need proper mentorship, as well as someone to call their friend. Neither Connor nor Amie have ever been to The Causeway. They know nothing of the world outside of New York and the home they shared here with their mother and me. If you would assist them (and me) during this huge transition stage, I would be eternally grateful. Yours, Ronan Fletcher”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon

“No, I don’t actually want children,” I said. “I love taking care of the kids at school, but I don’t plan on having my own.” “Oh, goodness, sweetie, why on earth not? Being a mother…it’s the most miraculous thing. My life just wouldn’t be the same without those boys of mine.” Over time, I’d learned that telling people I couldn’t have children always made them uncomfortable. It was always better to lie. To make something up. My lifestyle’s too hectic for dependents. I’m just not a maternal person. Anything was easier than explaining that I was married once, for a grand total of eighteen months, before I found out it was unlikely I was ever going to be able to conceive. My son of a bitch ex hadn’t taken the news well.”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon

“I didn’t know if you took sugar.” “I don’t.” “Let me guess. You’re sweet enough?” My voice dripped with sarcasm. “No, Lang. I’m not sweet. Not even a little. And coffee isn’t supposed to be sweet, either. It’s meant to taste like battery acid. It’s meant to keep you awake, not put you into a sugar coma.”
― Callie Hart, Between Here and the Horizon