V.C. Andrews Quotes

V.C. Andrews Quotes

And why is it all men think
everything a woman writes is trivial or trashy-or just plain silly
drivel? Don't men have romantic notions? Don't men dream of finding
the perfect love?

Chris was in the rocker, fully clothed, and was strumming idly on
Cory's guitar. "Dance, ballerina, dance," he softly chanted, and his
singing voice wasn't bad at all. Maybe we could work as musicians-a
trio -if Carrie ever recovered enough to want a voice again.

Love doesn't always come when you want it to. Sometimes it just happens, despite your will.

It's better not to make a promise than to make one you can't keep.

Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.

I remembered Grandmere Catherine used to tell me your first impressions about people usually prove to be the truest because your heart is the first to react.

Sometimes doing the right thing does take more courage, but the feeling it gives you deep inside makes it worth it.

Being rich and coming from a distinguished family background doesn't guarantee happiness, Abby. In fact, it might make happiness harder to find because you have to live up to akk that expectation.

I wish the night would end,
I wish the day'd begin,
I wish it would rain or snow,
or the wind would blow,
or the grass would grow,
I wish I had yesterday,
I wish there were games to play...

He won't listen to the music, and I can't turn it off.

We had been separated by time and distance and events so long, it was as if we had to get to know each other again, but if it was possible to fall in love with the same person twice, I did.

What's done
is done. Say good-bye to the past, and hello to the future And we're
wasting time, when already we've wasted enough. We've got everything
ahead, waiting for us."
Just the right words to make me feel real, alive, free! Free enough to
forget thoughts of revenge.

The Bible said, as Chris quoted one memorable day, there was a time for
everything. I figured my time for happiness was just ahead, waiting
for me.

You are an intriguing combination, half child, half seductress, half angel."

I laughed sort and bitterly. "That's what all men like to think about women. Little girls they have to take care of-when I know for a fact it is the male who is more boy than man.

Through books Cathy and I have lived a zillion lives . . . our vicarious way
to feel alive.

We haven't remained idle, twiddling our thumbs while you were off having a good time. Through books Cathy and I have lived a zillion lives . . . our vicarious way to feel alive.

I brushed it until it shone and looked somewhat like it used to look,
only far thinner, and less glorious.

Beauty thinks it needs no talent and can feed on itself, so it soon dies.

And when I fall in love,” I began, "I will build a mountain to touch the sky. Then, my lover and I will have the best of both worlds, reality firmly under our feet, while we have our heads in the clouds with all our illusions still intact. And the purple grass will grow all around, high enough to reach our eyes.

Pain always makes me antagonistic-are you any different?

All pain seemed to come with lots of blood, and lots of mental anguish, too. I already knew about that. Maybe that was the worst kind of pain, because nobody knew about it but you.

I love you,” was his reply. “I make myself keep on loving you, despite what you do. I've got to love you. We all have to love you, and believe in
you, and think you are looking out for our best interests. But look at us, Momma, and really see us.

If a little hill of happiness would satisfy Chris, good for him. But
after all these years of striving, hoping, dreaming, longing-I wanted a
mountain high! A hill wasn't enough.

The mountain trees that grew between the pines were a brilliant blaze of fall colors, like fire against the emerald green of the pines, firs and pruces. And it was, as I'd told myself long ago, the year's last passionate love affair before it grew old and died from the frosty bite of winter.

I don't know if it's for the better, but I do know people aren't static. We all change from day to day.

Where was that fragile, golden-fair Dresden doll I used to be? Gone.
Gone like porcelain turned into steel-made into someone who would
always get what she wanted, no matter who or what stood in her way.

For when I
waltzed with Chris, I'd made him someone else.

Children are very wise
intuitively; they know who loves them most, and who only pretends.

Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk to
me about money and what it can buy. But it can't buy back a child once he's dead!

Then turn your eyes back on me,
and tell me that Cathy and I are still children to be treated with condescension, and are incapable of understanding adult subjects.

Look at you, standing there in your iron- gray dress, feeling pious
and self- righteous while you starve small children!

People make the rules of society, not God.

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