V.C. Andrews Quotes

There were shadows in the corners and whispers on the stairs and time was as irrelevant as honesty.

What women wanted to be eaten alive, choked by a thrusting tongue? Not me, I wanted to be played like a violin, strummed pianissimo, in largo timing, fingered into legato, and let it grow into crescen...

I am a pretty, useless ornament who always believed she'd have a man to take care of her.

Of what value was the past when the present was so thrilling, and pleasing

I stayed to spy on them. I heard my mother moaning, and crying out for Chris. Then she surprised me. Momma, where has Momma gone, Chris? It’s been so long since she visited us, months, months, and the...

People make the rules of society, not God.

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.

Por cada cosa que uno gana tiene que perder algo

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

Love, it came unbidden.You couldn't help whom you fell in love with—cupid's arrows were ill aimed.

Ángel, Santa, engendró del diablo, buena o mala, lo cierto es que te apoderarse de mí y seré tuyo hasta el día de mi muerte. Y si tu mueres primero, no, tardaré en seguirte.

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

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

Isn't it funny how far we will go to be with someone we think we love. A grown man will behave like a young boy, a young boy will do everything he can to appear like a grown man. We'll risk our reputa...

¿Y cuando ha sido justa la vida, Cathy?

There’s a garden in the sky, waiting there for me. It’s a garden that Chris and I imagined years ago, while we lay on a hard black slate roof and stared up at the sun and the stars.He’s up there, whis...

Another year passed, much as the first did.

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.

In the dark, the little live Christmas tree, two feet tall, sparkled with tiny colored lights, like the tears I saw glistening in my brother’s eyes.

Swing low, sweet chariot, comin'for t'carry me home...' was the tune I hummed as I made the beds, and waited for the news to come that our grandfather was on his way to heaven if his gold counted, and...