V.C. Andrews quotes:

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  • Cathy, don't look so defeated. She was only trying to put us downagain.Maybe nothing did work out right for her, but that doesn't mean we aredoomed. Let's go forth tomorrow with no great expectations of findingperfection. Then, expecting only a small share of happiness, we won'tbe disappointed.

  • We all have to love you, and believe inyou, and think you are looking out for our best interests. But look at us, Momma, and really see us.

  • 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.

  • Chris was in the rocker, fully clothed, and was strumming idly onCory's guitarDance, ballerina, dance," he softly chanted, and hissinging voice wasn't bad at all. Maybe we could work as musicians---atrio -if Carrie ever recovered enough to want a voice again."

  • Promises are lies wrapped in pretty ribbons -Cinnamon

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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.

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

  • Through books Cathy and I have lived a zillion lives . . . our vicarious wayto feel alive.

  • 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 piousand self- righteous while you starve small children!

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

  • 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 inyou, and think you are looking out for our best interests. But look at us, Momma, and really see us.

  • Maybe that was what millions could do-- nail a satisfied smirk to one's face.

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

  • Or was Chris thinking, as I was, that if we went tothe police and told our story, our faces would be splashed on the frontpages of every newspaper in the country? Would the glare of publicitymake up for what we'd lose? Our privacy-our need to stay together?Could we lose each other just to get even?

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

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

  • And thank you for saying all of that, and for loving me, for you haven't gone unloved, or unadmired, yourself.

  • People make the rules of society, not God.

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

  • We will not open healed wounds!""My wounds are not healed!" I stated just as firmly. "They will never be healed until justice is done!

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

  • 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...

  • 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.

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