Siobhan Davis Quotes

Knowledge is power, and in the wrong hands, power can be destructive.

In this moment there is no me, no him. Only us. One entity. One heart. One existence.

This was never what I wanted for us, but things change. Plans change. People change. I've faced the reality of my destiny and now I need to embrace that.

Gil drives like he lives his life: In the fast lane.

God," Kal groans, putting me down on my feet when we reach his car. "You two are disgustingly horny. It's abnormal.

The Suitors Ball is fast approaching and it's a nasty reminder that my suitor will be chosen shortly. I feel sorry for the poor unfortunate guy, whichever one of them it happens to be.

Answer me one thing," she says in a rigidly controlled voice. "Do you love Logan?"
Perhaps I should lie, but in that moment, after what I've just witnessed, I'm incapable of expressing anything but the truth of what's in my heart. "With all my heart," I sob.

Ignoring the pain is more desirable than confronting it. And that's survival one-oh-one.

This is the part where I should fall asunder, consumed with shock, rage, indignation, terror, horror and any number of other emotions. But I'm as cool as a cucumber. It's hard to admit to myself that I'm not overly surprised. Because, deep down, I've always known I was different, that something wasn't quite right.

Dude. Did you just sniff her hair?" Kent asks, with a look of absolute disgust on his face.
"I did." I smirk, uncaring. I traded in my man card a long time ago. "I love how my girl smells. Shoot me if it's a crime.

It seems like I have lived a lifetime in just one day.

I'm not much of a liar. A hoarder, a hider: most definitely, yes, and sometimes I'm dishonest by default because I find it difficult to share that innermost part of myself with others. But never a conscious liar. I don't think I have it within me to deliberately mislead anyone.

My mind wanders and I drift off into La-La Land. I dream about Thalassic City. About opportunity. And second chances. About actually living.

I'm terrified to pose this next question, but I need to know. "Do you feel differently about me now?"
His face softens. "You're still you. The same girl I fell in love with. Nothing has changed.

I am unbelievably nervous.
It is most unlike me.
This girl is really messing with my mojo.

Haydn's instructions are imprinted on my brain much the same way Logan's face is imprinted on my heart.

Oh, oh. My heart starts that quivering, fluttering thing it does whenever he hints at his desire for me. Lacing his fingers through mine, he moves to close the gap between us. I know he's only holding my hand, but it's the manner in which his fingers curl around mine, and the way his eyes bore into me that makes it seem much more intimate.

No offense, doll, but that's not something I'm willing to share. I'd prefer to live a long and happy life if it's all the same to you."
"You can't just throw out vague allegations and then say nothing else!"
"See, that's the good thing about being a fugitive like me. I can do what the hell I like, and I'm not answerable to anyone." Stepping away from the bars, he stands with his legs stretched out wide. His stance matches his grin.
"Sure looks like that's working out well for you," I say, piercing him with a scornful look.

If you love someone, really love someone, you stand by them, even when they've screwed up. Especially then. You forgive them for their mistakes

I lie awake in bed until way past midnight, fervently hoping Ky is going make an appearance at any moment to explain his behavior. But as the clock chimes two, I have no choice but to face facts.
He isn't coming.
And it feels ominous.
Like the winds are changing, and destiny is altering.
His absence is more than telling.
It has a finality to it that scares me half to death.

I work my way through the rest of my dates, but I'm only there in body. The boys usually give up after the first hour; it's difficult to have a conversation all by yourself. My ratings plummet, but at least my air-time is minimal now, I'm not offering much in the way of entertainment these days.

If there's one thing I've learned, buddy, it's that love is messy and complicated. If it's too easy, then it isn't the real deal. It can't be, because passion doesn't follow the path of least resistance. It's this fiery, out-of-control entity that sucks you in and spits you out more hurt and more alive than ever before.

There have been plenty of occasions in my life when I've felt small and insignificant, when I've wished to be something I'm not, but when Logan holds me like this, kisses me like this - like the universe starts and ends with me - I don't want to be anyone but myself.

. "Fancy a midnight swim?"
"In this?" I gesture at my fancy-pants dress.
Hauling me in to his naked chest, he pins me with a wolfish grin. "Without it was more what I had in mind.

I fell in love with her suddenly, deeply, in the most all-consuming way.

He has me pinned on my back in record time, his mouth crashing against mine as we frantically devour one another. "Awesome speech," he murmurs, pushing my sweater up and planting his hot mouth against my equally hot skin. "Very motivational.

I'm not going to be caught unawares again," Haydn argues. "Loving her made me weak. Foolish. And it was totally pointless anyway, because she has only ever loved you.

I plant a gentle parting kiss on his lips, our strategy is well and truly screwed at this stage anyway. We barely lasted a day.

Even after all the hurt and the pain, I still love you so much. Probably too much for someone my age. I used to believe it was because we were made for each other. That we had a special kind of love most people never find. Now, I wonder if it's the opposite. If we were put together to show the destructive side of love.
You have always been my light and my dark.
My sun and shadow.
My strength and weakness.
You bring out the best and the worst in me.

Ari is beautiful beyond comparison, and she has my heart and my soul for eternity. I thought I made that abundantly clear last night, but it appears I have further work to do.

This girl holds my heart in her hand and she's squishing it to nothing with her confession.

I lean my head back and stare at the stark white ceiling. "My friend Zoe used to say I had obsessive compulsive disorder when it came to Kalvin Kennedy, and I argued nonstop with her about it, but she was right. I see that now. There was nothing healthy or normal about the way I crushed on him. I had no interest in slapping 1D on my walls when the hottest boy on the planet lived in the house next door.

Zane looks pensive, and then his lips twitch. "They say most girls end up marrying a guy just like their dad."
"Oh God … That's so lame," I say, spluttering as coffee dribbles down my chin.
"I believe it's a tried and tested theory," he says, standing up and wiping my chin with the back of his hand. I jolt at his touch.
"Now it's a theory? I thought it was a saying? Next you'll be telling me it's a fact." I flop back down on the couch.
"Empirical evidence shows that sixty-eight percent of girls marry a guy who displays similar personality traits to her father ..." His voice trails off as I shake my head. "What?" he asks, his palms open and raised.
"You really need to get out more. Where'd you glean that interesting nugget? The desperate men's journal perhaps?

You are such a dork," I exclaim as my fingers flit over the multitude of images and videos of Will Smith. Pinned quotes and sayings are highlighted, and I chuckle when I recognize a few. "Oh. My. God. Did you actually learn these on purpose?"
He reels me into his arms and kisses the top of my head. "Will I be cementing my dork status if I answer affirmatively?"
"Absolutely." I look up into his beautiful eyes. "But I only love you more for it.

If the only way I can save him is to hurt him, then I'll do it.

The craving to touch her is like an itch I can't scratch.

I forever you," he whispers, kissing the tip of my nose, and I think my heart might fly out of my chest.

I don't want this. I've never wanted this. What is the point in dredging up a past that no longer serves any purpose? A past that's no longer connected to the present or the future. A past that is bittersweet because the love we shared was doomed from the outset - a stolen love that was never meant to be.
Why would I want to relive that?

Do you believe in soul mates? A connection so sacred and profound that one soul instantly recognizes it's other half?

Most of the girls I've met since moving here have failed to ignite any modicum of enduring interest. Of course, I've dated; I'm seventeen years old and as horny as the next guy.

Come on, Lana," Liv groans. "Stop keeping me in suspense. Get to the juicy stuff."
I fling my pillow at her. "Hey! This isn't the latest soap opera we're discussing. This is my life!"
"Your life with the Kennedys," she swoons, tossing the pillow back at me. "That sounds like a soap opera I'd watch.

An eerie silence has descended over the house. Every few minutes, I hear a grunt and the scraping sound of a box dragging along the floor. Other than that, there's nothing. It's like the silence is the actual articulation of the emptiness we all feel.

I'm already under the covers when he comes in. I watch as he takes off his shirt and jeans, and climbs into bed beside me. On any other occasion, the sight and feel of his near naked body would send my blood pressure into orbit, but I'm so exhausted by the events of today that I'm incapable of feeling anything even close to desire. And he doesn't ask anything of me.

He runs quickly and quietly through the dense woodland; his breathing is shallow yet steady. Beads of sweat glisten on the translucent skin of his forehead. His intense brown eyes drink in the surroundings of the forest as they flash by. The muscles flex in his arms and legs as he runs, and the sun reflects the contours of his body, showcasing his strong physique. I wake with a start; I can feel the blood pumping

When everything else is shattering, you feel like the one true constant.

Plastering his hand behind my neck, he pulls my mouth to his. The intensity of the kiss takes me by surprise. I think he's trying to bury the memory by kissing it out of my mind.

Ari looks fiercely resolute. It's the same look she has on her face at the start of every race: Dogged determination. My heart and head enter into full-on combat mode.

Logan must survive. That is the only truth. The only goal. My sole mission.

I feel myself collapse inside as if the life force has been sucked out of me.

Are you sure you want to do this?" She holds her palm against my chest. "I don't want to take advantage."
I throw back my head and laugh. "Babe. There isn't a scenario I can ever imagine where that would happen. Feel free to take advantage whenever you get the urge." I wink, and she narrows her eyes suspiciously. "Sweetheart." I lean in, planting a hungry kiss on her lips. "I need to lose myself in you." I run circles on her stomach with the tip of my finger, mentally fist-pumping the air when she trembles underneath my touch. "This is the best thing you can do to help me right now."
"Well." She grins seductively, reaching down to grab me. "When you put it like that, I can hardly refuse, now can I?

He is the biggest asshole on the planet," Jarod says. "And in a planet that's currently drowning in assholes, that's saying a lot.

Convincing Lana I forgive her for what she did is the least of it.
I have years of stupid mistakes to make up for.

He roars laughing as he raises our conjoined hands to his lips. "Have I told you lately that I love you?"
"About ten thousand times." I smile.
"Get used to it, Alma Sadie," he says, tucking an errant strand of hair back into my elegantly coiffed chignon. "Because I'll never tire of telling you.

Super-fast, he reels me into his arms, holding me in a tight embrace. "I can't lose you, Sadie. I just can't. Every day I die a little more inside.

I know I should look away but I can't. It's as if my eyes are superglued to him.

He traces a line across my face with the tip of his finger, and a moment passes between us. Our eyes feast on one another as his finger continues its journey, carefully caressing my lips. My mouth parts slightly. Leaning down ever so slowly, he holds my gaze as he captures my lips.

But I can't force myself to remember my hidden past or purposefully unravel the mystery of my heart. Secrets are usually buried for a reason.

I don't know how to exist without him," I admit truthfully. "He has always been a part of me, and trying to survive without him is slowly chipping away at my soul, yet the hurt still exists, refusing to go away. It devastated me, Liv, and it turns my stomach every time I think of it, yet the images won't go away. They are as sharp in my mind as if I was an actual fly on the wall. If there was a defining moment, that was definitely it.

He's a lovely guy, but there's no spark between us whatsoever. It just goes to show, that even with all their fancy assessment tools, the government can't legislate for chemistry.

A craving to crawl out of my skin hits me like a bullet to the chest. It's not a new sentiment. It's an urge I feel at least once every hour. A potent desire to be anyone but myself. To live any life but this one.

Haydn snorts. "Only gullible, lovesick fools spout that mushy crap." Thank the stars that his tone is teasing, because I can sense Logan's patience waning.
"When you find the right girl, I'm so going to make you eat your words. And I'm going to thoroughly enjoy rubbing your nose in it.

I want him when you're done with him," Rach pipes up, sending me a teasing grin.
"You'll be waiting a while," I reply, accepting a glass of champagne from Ky. "Like eternity.

Why does it take the threat of losing someone to make you appreciate them the way you should?

There is so much that needs to be said and too many things that can't ever be said.

Are you going to be difficult? Because I'm not in the mood

I want you to need me but not half as much as I want you to want me.

We love each other. You love me, you do." His eyes beseech me to believe it, to remember it, to feel it.

Ax." Sadie is breathless as she caresses the angular lines of my face. "I love you so much. You're my whole world. You know that, right?

Suddenly, I'm struck by the magnitude of the moment. Hurtling through the air becomes freeing, not terrifying. This time last year, I was suffocating within the confines of my life. I would've done anything to escape. That my life has come full circle is as exhilarating as it is scary.
Life is for living.
For moments like this.

While I AM sure of what I want, I'm equally unsure of how to attain it.

No one can replace Logan in my heart. I have willingly given it to him, and nothing or no one will ever change my mind. Logan is all I'll ever want.

I wouldn't change a thing. I want you. I'll always want you.

Our tongues meet, probing, exploring, welcoming, and everything else fades into the background. All the secrets and lies. All my worries and concerns. When we're together like this, I have all the proof I need to know this is what's right for me. He's right for me.

A loud peel of laughter travels up my throat. Something out of the ordinary has finally happened, and it sends a spark of electricity directly to the dull lump in my chest.

Ariana strikes me as the type of girl who is attracted to authenticity.

I would cry if I could, but instead I just feel my heart rip apart.

The room is in shocked silence. Can this really be true? Can the authorities kill off everyone at the press of a button?

All I can think about is how I wanted to share those firsts with Logan and how I never knew it was an impossibility because it had already been taken away from me.

You look exhausted," Logan says, his eyes raking over me. "Why don't you try and catch some sleep."
"All your nocturnal activities must be taking a toll," Haydn mutters not too discreetly under his breath.
"The same could be said for you," I retort, in no mood to ignore his renewed mean streak.
"That's rich coming from you."
"Haydn." How Logan can manage to convey such potent meaning with one word is sheer talent. And I'm eternally grateful, because it shuts Haydn up.

Brad is a natural - perfect boyfriend material - if only I swung that way.

I want to slap him.
Curse him.
Scream at him.
Slap him some more.
I want to reach a hand into his chest and squeeze that life-sustaining organ until he collapses from the lack of blood flow and the agonizing pain pummeling his heart until it's scarcely beating.
I want him to hurt so badly that he can barely breathe while strips tear from his heart.
I want him to feel everything I'm feeling.
To hurt as much as I do.
I want all that.
But I can't convince myself it's the truth.
Because I love him too much.
I don't want him to hurt like that.

Broad shoulders fit snugly under his white shirt, and taut muscles flex in his arm as he grips a tray. He's not a muscle-bound freak though, thank God. I don't like that "I have boulders in my biceps" look that a lot of guys seem to favor these days.

I love my family," she says, placing her fingertips to her temples. "But you're my future. So if it's a choice, I choose you.

But desperation does funny things to a person. Makes you grasp for any sliver of hope. Makes you throw rational thought and logic out the window. Makes you act in ways you would never have imagined possible. Turns strong men into weak. Honest men into liars.

I know I need to face the facts, and remain strong to extricate myself from this hideous situation, but not yet. I figure I'm owed at least one day to indulge my self-pity. One day to wallow in despair. To give into the soul-crunching heart-stomping pain ripping me to shreds on the inside.

Logan owns my heart, and he always will. Whether he is aware or not. Whether he wants it or not. That much I know with absolute conviction.

We made a pact the day you left for Novo - I know you don't remember that, but I do - and I'm holding fast to our promise. To never give up hope. And I have hope, because I know that deep-down, hidden within the innermost fragments of your heart is the love you feel for me. I know it's still there, waiting to be reclaimed. When it comes to you, no amount of time spent waiting is a waste.

My romantic history since arriving on Novo has been non-existent, but I don't know what, if anything, came before; thanks to the government's cerebral pilfering.

I sigh contentedly as I close my eyes, allowing his body heat to warm me. Even though I've had an amazing time on our date, this is the highlight of my day. I've always been more of a simple pleasures kind of girl. Which isn't me saying I'm ungrateful for everything he did today. Today was magical, and I will remember it for the rest of my life, but I don't need grand gestures from Kal.
I just need him.

Part of me can't understand how Mom could do this. But there's that other part of me that can readily relate. Because I feel a pull in two different directions too.

I look down at his beautiful face, shining with so much love and admiration for me, and I know that every struggle I've faced up to this point has all been worth it, because it led me to him.

We have lived with the shadow of separation our entire lives. Before we even knew of each other's existence, fate conspired to keep us apart. We've always known it could come to this.

Haydn lets out a low whistle. "You're a real piece of work."
"It's okay," I say, turning to face him. "I got the memo." He arches a brow. "The one that says you hate my guts. There's no need to rub it in.

Sometimes, people come into our lives with the power to change us forever.

Do you fancy catching a movie at the Sturbridge Theater tonight? That new Robert Pattinson movie is showing," I ask her, the phone cradled against my chest.
"Definitely sign me up for that!" Ari replies, chuckling as I mock scowl. Her easy laugh warms my soul.
"We're in," I tell Gil, arranging to meet him and his date in the diner later.
"So, who is it this time?" Ari asks, resting her chin in her hands. "Anyone we know?"
Considering I can count the girls on one hand who have enjoyed more than one date with Gil, I doubt it'll be someone familiar. "I didn't ask; guess we'll find out soon enough."
"Five bucks says it's a blonde," Ari quips.
"That's one bet I'm not taking," I admit, twirling a lock of her hair around my finger. "Gil's penchant for blondes is world-renowned.

Heaviness coats my brain, and I'm surprised at the turn in our conversation; we're getting into the deep stuff. "Right now, you and me? This feels like fate, if fate can be felt.

And his kisses.
God, his lips feel like they were custom made to fit perfectly against mine.
He alternates between soft and sweet, hard and hungry. And I get it.
Though we've shared plenty of kisses, this one is different. It's like discovering a lake in the middle of a desert. Or waking up on Christmas morning to a glistening blanket of show. The equivalent of winning the lottery.
And though it redefines the "cheese" in cheesiness, that's what it feels like to have Logan back in my life, back in my arms, when I thought he was lost to me forever.
Being with him means more than I can express. It's everything. He's everything. I start and end with him.

We've all changed; shaped by circumstances we've been thrust into, molded by the choices we've made.

My skin is on fire with every touch, every contact, and my body throbs with unfamiliar need. We're dangerously close to throwing caution to the wind. Logan's body pulses and trembles over and under me, and I know he's feeling it too. I want to give into it, to go there with him. I want him to be my first, my last, my one and only. I want to give myself to him fully; heart, mind, body and soul, but I can't. The acknowledgment assaults me with soul-shattering clarity.

He knows I've seen something in him. Something I recognize, only because it exists in me too.