Open Hearts Quotes

“If I’d known you were coming, I would have lived differently.”
― Eve Dangerfield, Open Hearts

“You’re stunning,' he said, eyeing her up and down. His irises weren’t watery blue like most redheads, but a warm caramel brown. Ash’s lady areas tingled, as though they too craved a cigarette.”
― Eve Dangerfield, Open Hearts

“You women, always trying to rush straight to sex. Whatever happened to romance?”
― Eve Dangerfield, Open Hearts

“They’d tried to diagnose him but there was no apparent medical explanation for his behaviour. He was just what his mum called ‘away with the fairies’ and Max called ‘a bit of a lost cunt.”
― Eve Dangerfield, Open Hearts

“You’re my dream girl, Ash. No one even comes close.”
― Eve Dangerfield, Open Hearts

“He wasn’t a pretty boy, his nose was crooked and his grin lopsided, but he had that square-jawed, salt-of-the-earth handsome look that made a girl think of loose-hipped cowboys and demanding Scottish Lairds. And speaking of Scottish Lairds, old mate was a redhead. Usually gingers weren’t her scene but this guy’s hair was the rich coppery-auburn of a fox's pelt. It gleamed like rose gold under the floodlights, his short beard the exact colour as the stuff on his head. Big Red was doing it for her. Big time. And apparently, the feeling was mutual.”
― Eve Dangerfield, Open Hearts

“In the moment, you wanted to marry that big, boring, black-haired, super bossy son of a bitch. So do it. Marry the narc and no one will think less of you.”
― Eve Dangerfield, Open Hearts

“God, he was something else. A big dumb sweetheart. Ash just wanted to take his hand, tell him everything was going to be okay, gently steer him towards a quiet room, and fuck the shit out of him.”
― Eve Dangerfield, Open Hearts

“Don’t call Max a narc.”
― Eve Dangerfield, Open Hearts

“. . . He was sweating bullets all through dinner. I was half-convinced he was going to tell me he’d been sent to an operation in Perth and I’d have to lie and say he’d died in a fire so he could resurface as a super-hot meth dealer and I could visit him, and we could have sex on top of a bunch of drug money.”

“But…it wasn’t that, right?”

“No.” Julia sighed, apparently disappointed.”
― Eve Dangerfield, Open Hearts

“There were a lot of things to love about Dean, but there were things that drove her crazy, too. He giggled incessantly at GIFs of people falling over. His memory had more holes than a sieve. He couldn’t name a single political figure, not even the Prime Minister. He thought, for some unknown reason, there were seventy-two weeks in a year. He’d made her a million cups of tea but he could never remember how she liked it (Irish breakfast with milk and one sugar). Once he went to the shops to buy her dishwashing liquid, and he returned with flowers, a Boston bun, and a packet of double A batteries. If they were driving anywhere, he broke off mid-conversation to point out interesting-looking dogs. . .”
― Eve Dangerfield, Open Hearts

“I’m coming,” she called

“Good.”

It was a man at her door, his voice deep and stern. Ash’s heart beat faster. She walked towards the front door, her heels clicking loudly against the floorboards. “If you’re here to do any weird shit, you should know that my boyfriend’s asleep in the other room and he’s a…” she racked her brain for something scary “…convicted sex offender.”
― Eve Dangerfield, Open Hearts

“Dean was using the voice men used when they were trying to work out if they could beat someone up bare handed or if they might need a crowbar.”
― Eve Dangerfield, Open Hearts

“You know Jules loves you. If you have to propose, then propose. Just buy a ring that looks nothing like the ones you got for Bonnie or Mel Honeycook—”

“Oh my fucking god!”

“—and take her on a helicopter ride.”

“Julia’s afraid of heights.”

“—or maybe a hot air balloon ride.”

“What did I just say?”
― Eve Dangerfield, Open Hearts

“I know, I thought you were going to pass out and hit your head on that big church table.”

“It’s called an altar.”
― Eve Dangerfield, Open Hearts

“. . . [Y]ou can’t seriously think Ash would want to have your kids?”

“Why not? I’m bringing a lot of genetic stuff to the table; I’m tall, my resting heart rate is sixty-one beats per minute, I know how to make margaritas—”
― Eve Dangerfield, Open Hearts

“. . . You and Jules are like the best couple ever. You make single people want to kill themselves.”

Max perked up a bit. “We do?”

“Fuck yeah. I’ve never seen you happier, and I once saw you pat a dolphin while you were on ecstasy.”
― Eve Dangerfield, Open Hearts

“Why was the universe always making gorgeous men and giving them the brains of iguanas? Or were tall, handsome, white guys just encouraged to atrophy at the age of seventeen by a society that held them up as rulers of the world, regardless of what they actually accomplished? Either way, it was a fucking shame.”
― Eve Dangerfield, Open Hearts