Top 100 V.C. Andrews Quotes
#1. You used to do that. If you hid your face, you thought we couldn't see you just because you couldn't see us.
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#2. A long time ago I'd given up on religion, thinking it wasn't for me when so many were bigoted, narrow-minded, and cruel.
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#3. Beauty thinks it needs no talent and can feed on itself, so it soon dies.
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#4. I felt sorry for her, and I felt betrayed by my own compassion.
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#5. Getting older means learning how to leave with doubt and how to get home again.
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#6. Why did I think back then, that happiness was always just ahead in the future, when I would be an adult, able to make my own decisions, go my own way, be my own person? Why had it seemed that being a child was never enough?
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#7. I brushed it until it shone and looked somewhat like it used to look,
only far thinner, and less glorious.
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#8. And there is something in the young that rebels when life is made too strict, making us want to do most of all the very things denied to us.
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#9. We gotta appreciate Grandpa while he's still with us, an not save our caring for his funeral day.
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#10. Fantasies die slow, quiet deaths. They're like cherry blossoms breaking away and sailing down slowly, still holding onto their color and their softness and beauty, but ending up on the ground to be blown out by cold winds.
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#11. We are perfect children. Mentally, physically, emotionally, we are wholesome, and godly in every way possible. We have as much right to live, love, and enjoy life as any other children on this earth.
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#12. Let's just say when she's seventy, she'll be a leading candidate for the Olivia Foxworth award.
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#13. Fool! Never wait on a man! Let him wait on himself!
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#14. Books were enough to send him off on a high tangent, knowing he had a way to escape to other worlds.
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#15. Death can be a good friend to those in extreme pain. I wondered how he held on so long ...
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#16. I watched the jealousy between them grow, and felt it was none of my fault
only Momma's! As everything wrong in my life was her fault.
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#17. Maybe that was what millions could do
nail a satisfied smirk to one's face.
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#18. Worry and trouble weighed heavily on the hands of her clock, rushing time along.
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#19. Most of our teachers, knowing we had an extra day off, usually piled on the homework to make up for it.
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#20. Still, we were young, and hope has strong roots in
the young, right down to their toes,
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#21. Then the wind came in with Bart and blew the vase of roses from the table. I stood and stared down at the crystal pieces and the petals scattered about. Why was the wind always trying to tell me something? Something I didn't want to hear!
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#22. Look at you, standing there in your iron- gray dress, feeling pious
and self- righteous while you starve small children!
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#24. It's not good to be alone when you feel bereft. It's better to be with people and share your grief, and not keep it locked up inside.
She said this dry-eyed, with not a tear, but somewhere deep inside her she was crying, screaming.
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#25. How wonderful to be understood, and never have to explain.
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#26. We don't anticipate accidents, nor do we expect to die young.
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#28. Children are very wise
intuitively; they know who loves them most, and who only pretends.
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#29. I am not at all the kind who can forget the tarnish on the reverse side of the brightest coin.
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#30. There was a war going on in our house. A silent war that sounded no guns, and the bodies that fell were only wishes that died and the bullets were only words and the blood that spilled was always called pride.
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#31. Love doesn't spurt up like an instant bonfire, consuming all reason, it flickers and falters, and sometimes almost goes out. The fact that it doesn't go out, despite all the rain that fall on it
that's love.
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#32. Love, how often that word came up in books over and over again. If you had wealth and health, and beauty and talent ... you had nothing if you didn't have love. Love changed all that was ordinary into something giddy, powerful, drunken, enchanted.
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#33. Everyone is an actor. In the end, everyone wants applause.
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#34. children were like plants - they had to have sunshine if they were to grow.
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#36. Tragedy had sent me headlong into reality. All the things I had seen before now looked different, even nature.
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#37. Only someone who had cried a great deal understands why someone else wants to stop the tears.
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#38. The high temperatures and the coughing had left them with a wise look, a sometimes sly look of the old, the tired, the ones who just lay and didn't care if the sun came up, or if it went down, and stayed down. They scared me; their haunted faces took me into dreams of death.
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#39. We learned love was just like a soap bubble, so shining and bright one day, and the next day it popped.
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#40. Was I prone to sadness and melancholy? How could anyone like that? It wasn't that I wanted it; it was that I was so used to hard rains, I couldn't help expecting a cloudburst every time something nice happened and sunshine beamed down over me.
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#41. 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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#42. For everything can come to those who have the desire,the drive, the dedication, and the determination. v.c.andrews
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#43. I want my name to mean something after I'm dead.
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#44. I never realized that the blue sky I saw was not the soft, nurturing sky of spring, but the cold, chilling, lonely sky of winter
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#45. God, He didn't write the scripts for the puny little players down
here.
We wrote them ourselves-with each day we lived, each word we spoke,
each thought we etched on our brains. And Momma had written her
script, too.
And a sorry one it was.
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#46. People have a way of believing nothing terrible will ever happen to them, only to others.
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#47. We can read; reading is almost as good as doing.
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#48. I lay on my back and stared up at that unseeing, uncaring sky. I doubted God lived up there; I doubted heaven was up there, too.
God and heaven were down there on the ground, in the gardens, in the forests, in the parks, on the seashores, on the lakes, and riding the highways, going somewhere!
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#49. I want you to understand that what is black to one person is white to another. And nothing in this world is so perfect that it is pure white, or so bad it is pure black. Everything concerning human beings comes in shades of gray, Carrie.
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#50. a still water that ran deep." I still don't know what she meant by that, except quiet people did exude some illusion of mystery that kept you wondering just what they really were beneath the surface.
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#51. There's something about growing up, about being in society and mixing with real people that restricts your imaginative powers.
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#52. I knew then he was blind when he looked at me.
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#53. All you need do is say good-bye to yesterday's loves, and hello to the new. Look around and see who needs you most and you won't go wrong. Forget who needed you yesterday.
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#54. Love ... I put so much faith in it. Truth ... I kept believing it falls always from the lips of the one you love and trust the most. Faith ... it's all bound up to love and trust. Where does one end and the other start, and how do you tell when love is the blindest of all?
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#55. 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.
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#56. If there were no shadows, how could we see the sunlight?
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#57. Patience. I colored patience gray, hung over with black clouds. I colored hope yellow, just like the sun we could see for a few short morning hours. Too soon the sun rose high in the sky & disappeared from view, leaving us bereft and staring at blue.
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#58. They saw me as someone who lived entirely within herself, like some creature who moved in an impenetrable bubble, emerging only when it was absolutely necessary to say anything to anyone or do anything with anyone. But family did matter to me. It always had, and always would.
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#59. Shadows in the house put shadows in the mind.
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#60. We'll make it work, because two people who are sincerely in love can always overcome obstacles no matter what they are.
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#61. 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?
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#62. I believe, though I'm not sure, once you are an adult, and come back to the home of your parents to live, for some odd reason, you're reduced to being a child again, and dependent. Her parents tug her one way - and we pull her another way -
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#63. I didn't know how I felt, except confused and bewildered, and very, very young. And the world all about us was wise, and old, so old.
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#64. You snatch from life what you can while you are young, for if you wait for better times to come tomorrow, you wait in vain.
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#66. Love, in short is the most dangerous emotion human can experience
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#67. It's not that I'm afraid to die, it's only the road to death that terrifies me, for sometimes it can be so drawn out.
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#68. People never really died. They only went on to a better place, to wait a while for their loved ones to join them. And then once more they went back to the world, in the same way they had arrived the first time around.
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#69. Life is always like that - twenty minutes of misery for every two seconds of joy. So, be everlastingly grateful for those rare two seconds and appreciate; appreciate what good you can find, no matter what the cost.
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#70. I wanted to believe in witches, wizards, ogres, giants, and enchanted spells. I didn't want all of the magic taken out of the world by scientific explanation.
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#71. I think you might be the kind to put all the men you love up so high they are bound to come tumbling down.
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#72. 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.
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#73. Life is like that - twenty minutes of misery for every two seconds of joy.
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#74. From all that I heard, and overheard, fate was a grim reaper, never kind, with little respect for who was loved and needed.
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#75. The weight of the lie was so great it almost didn't escape my lips and barely made it to her ears
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#76. We're better off not worrying about ourselves, and to do that, we have to worry about others.
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#77. Why doesn't the Good Book say honor thy children, Grandpa, why doesn't it?
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#78. Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.
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#79. People never really die until you forget them.
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#80. I knew I wouldn't hold on to any friends if I said what I thought.
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#81. Maybe there was something wrong with me, but unlike my friends, I wasn't eager to rush into adulthood and get away from everything that tied me to my life as it was now.
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#82. Did she really believe that love, once gained, couldn't be torn asunder by doubts and fears, and could never, never be put back together again?
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#83. Why did the stars seem to be looking down at me with pity, making me feel ant-sized, overwhelmed, completely insignificant? It was too big, that close sky, too beautiful, and it filled me with a strange sense of foreboding.
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#84. Being mature means realizing life is filled with dark days,too.
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#86. If you work to obtain your goal, and realize from the very beginning that nothing valuable comes easily, and still forge ahead, without a doubt you'll reach your goal, whatever it is.
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#87. If you hold a bird too tightly, you'll crush its wings
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#89. Love, is an unnatural attachment to another living thing. it's the root cause of most personal problems people have.
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#90. Never would I become so dependent on a man I couldn't make my way in the world, no matter what cruel blow life delivered!
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#91. eyes kept changing colors, jumbling his kaleidoscope emotions.
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#92. Asleep you don't feel pain or hunger, or loneliness, or bitterness. In sleep you can drown in false euphoria, and when you awaken, you just don't care about anything.
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#93. I loved her in an odd kind of way, the way you love winter when you're hot in summer.
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#94. Life offers more than one chance, Cathy, you know that.
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#95. My heart felt like a cold ember. Last night it flamed with hope. Today it was coated with ashes.
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#96. Yes, she wanted to make us undone that night, when we were young, innocent, trusting, having known only the sweetest part of living. She wanted to wither our souls and shrivel us small and dry, perhaps never to feel pride again.
But she didn't know us.
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#97. 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.
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#98. 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.
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#99. I lay so still in the gloom I could hear the house breathe, and the boards of the floors whispered, conniving a way to keep me here forever.
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#100. Maybe thats because we take criticism best from those we love and those who love us-Ethan
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