Top 100 V.c Andrews Quotes
#1. For everything can come to those who have the desire,the drive, the dedication, and the determination. v.c.andrews
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#2. Now that I think about it, maybe my own literary exploration of the dark secrets held by families could be traced back to V.C. Andrews.
Alafair Burke
#3. What is normal? Normal is only ordinary; mediocre. Life belongs to the rare, exceptional individual who dares to be different.
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#4. 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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#5. 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!
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#6. 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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#8. Beauty thinks it needs no talent and can feed on itself, so it soon dies.
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#9. I felt sorry for her, and I felt betrayed by my own compassion.
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#10. I don't explain love, Bart. I don't think anyone can. It grows from day to day from having contact with that other person who understands your needs, and you understand theirs. It starts with a faltering flutter that touches your heart and makes you vulnerable to everything beautiful.
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#11. seems young people don't want to make compromises or sacrifices too easily. They don't naturally go out of their way. It's the 'please me now' generation.
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#12. Getting older means learning how to leave with doubt and how to get home again.
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#13. 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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#14. I brushed it until it shone and looked somewhat like it used to look,
only far thinner, and less glorious.
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#15. 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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#16. Few dignitaries made speeches that Myra said were so full of soap that if we looked closely, we'd see bubbles coming out of their mouths.
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#17. We gotta appreciate Grandpa while he's still with us, an not save our caring for his funeral day.
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#18. 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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#19. You know what I miss the most about my youth? My gullibility. It's nice believing in everything and everyone. It makes you feel secure, but be strong and depend more on yourself and you'll be ready for disappointments. That's the best advice I can offer you.
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#20. 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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#21. We were again, as we'd been before, small fledgling birds sitting on a clothesline waiting for a strong gust of wind to blow us asunder.
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#22. Let's just say when she's seventy, she'll be a leading candidate for the Olivia Foxworth award.
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#23. It's better not to make a promise than to make one you can't keep.
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#24. 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.
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#25. Fool! Never wait on a man! Let him wait on himself!
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#26. 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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#27. Death can be a good friend to those in extreme pain. I wondered how he held on so long ...
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#28. Every word I put down, I put down with tears, with bitter blood, with sour gall, well mixed and blended with shame and guilt.
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#29. 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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#30. Maybe that was what millions could do
nail a satisfied smirk to one's face.
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#31. Worry and trouble weighed heavily on the hands of her clock, rushing time along.
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#32. Angel, saint, Devil's spawn, good or evil, you've got me pinned to the wall and labeled as yours until the day I die. And if you die first, then it won't be long before I follow.
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#33. What was there about the human condition that made us hold on to tragedy with such tenacity and easily forgo the happiness we could reach readily?
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#34. 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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#35. For when I
waltzed with Chris, I'd made him someone else.
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#36. I was the last of the four Dresden dolls. Only me... and I didn't want to be here.
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#37. He won't listen to the music, and I can't turn it off.
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#38. Still, we were young, and hope has strong roots in
the young, right down to their toes,
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#39. Now they were inclined to only creep instead of fly, and smile instead of laugh.
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#40. 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.
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#41. We came together like long separated lovers who might never have the chance to kiss and hug again.
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#42. 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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#43. Look at you, standing there in your iron- gray dress, feeling pious
and self- righteous while you starve small children!
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#45. 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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#46. How wonderful to be understood, and never have to explain.
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#47. We don't anticipate accidents, nor do we expect to die young.
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#48. 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.
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#50. At the end of the rainbow waited the pot of gold. But rainbows were made of faint and fragile gossamer-and gold weighed a ton-and since the world began, gold was the reason to do most anything.
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#51. Children are very wise
intuitively; they know who loves them most, and who only pretends.
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#52. I realize we lose our innocence in many ways, the most painful being when we realize those who are supposed to love us and care for us more than anything, really care for themselves and their own pleasures more. It's painful because it makes you realize how alone you really are.
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#53. I am not at all the kind who can forget the tarnish on the reverse side of the brightest coin.
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#54. There is no hate such as that born out of love betrayed- and my brain screamed out for revenge.
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#56. At least when you were silent, you didn't make any new enemies.
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#57. 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.
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#58. 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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#59. 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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#60. 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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#61. Everyone is an actor. In the end, everyone wants applause.
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#62. And thank you for saying all of that, and for loving me, for you haven't gone unloved, or unadmired, yourself.
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#63. children were like plants - they had to have sunshine if they were to grow.
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#64. Promises are lies wrapped in pretty ribbons -Cinnamon
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#65. 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.
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#66. I had a gift too; not the bright and shining coin that was Christopher's. It was my way to turn over all that glittered and look for the tarnish.
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#67. me to see the contents. Was she giving me a gift, like she gave Bart anything he wanted? He was the
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#69. Tragedy had sent me headlong into reality. All the things I had seen before now looked different, even nature.
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#70. Only someone who had cried a great deal understands why someone else wants to stop the tears.
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#71. My thoughts took frantic flight, wanting to escape this prison, and seek out the wind so it could fan my hair and sting my skin, and make me feel alive again.
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#72. 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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#73. Yes, I am a prisoner of sorts, but my prison isn't the house. It's my own thoughts that lock me up!
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#74. Unless i'm reading an assignment or doing a paper or taking a test, i'm thinking about you.
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#75. ...there has to be darkness if there is to be light.
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#77. There were shadows in the corners and whispers on the stairs and time was irrelevant as honesty.
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#78. Truth is comfortable in your eyes, but falsehood looks for ways to escape and clearly shows itself in the way you look at the person to whom you are lying.
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#79. 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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#80. 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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#81. Recalling vividly the love scene I had just witnessed. How much I had been cheated! How much of what should be every woman's was not mine and
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#82. You can trust a few some of the time, and most none of the time. Feel lucky if you have even one to trust all of the time.
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#83. 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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#84. And where was happiness? In the yesterdays? In the tomorrows? Not in this hour, this minute, this second. We had one thing, and one thing only, to give us a spark of joy. Hope.
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#85. I want my name to mean something after I'm dead.
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#86. 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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#87. 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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#88. People have a way of believing nothing terrible will ever happen to them, only to others.
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#89. We can read; reading is almost as good as doing.
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#90. Whatever doesn't destroy you, makes you stronger. Hardships have a way of toughening us, if they don't kill us.
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#91. Sometimes doing the right thing does take more courage, but the feeling it gives you deep inside makes it worth it.
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#92. 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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#93. 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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#94. 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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#95. 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.
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#96. There's something about growing up, about being in society and mixing with real people that restricts your imaginative powers.
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#97. I knew then he was blind when he looked at me.
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#98. It was the eyes. The secret of love was in the eyes. The way one person looked at another, the way eyes communicated and spoke when the lips never moved.
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#99. 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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#100. 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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