Petals on the Wind Quotes

“How wonderful to be understood, and never have to explain.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“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.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“Beauty thinks it needs no talent and can feed on itself, so it soon dies.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“Little girls get hurt when they play grown-up games.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“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.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“...I'm a fool. I expect too much, then I'm angry because nothing ever works out the way I want. When I was young and full of hopes and aspirations, I didn't know I would get hurt so often. I think I'll get tough and won't ache again, then my fragile shell shatters, and again, symbolically, my blood is spilled with the tears I shed. I pull myself back together again, go on, convince myself there is a reason for everything, and at some point in my life it will be disclosed. And when I have what I want, I hope to god it stays long enough to let me know I have it, and it wont hurt when it goes, for I don't expect it to stay, not now. I'm like a doughnut, always being punch out in the middle, and constantly I go around searching for the missing piece, and on and on it goes, never ending, only beginning...”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“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.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“I think you might be the kind to put all the men you love up so high they are bound to come tumbling down.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“Life offers more than one chance, Cathy, you know that.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“Death can be a good friend to those in extreme pain. I wondered how he held on so long...”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“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 crescendo.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“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.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“Maybe that was what millions could do-- nail a satisfied smirk to one's face.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“I am not at all the kind who can forget the tarnish on the reverse side of the brightest coin.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“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.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“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.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“I am very difficult to please. I’m inclined to put men up on a pedestal and think of them as perfect. As soon as I find out they have feet of clay, I fall out of love, become indifferent.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“His name is Julian Janus Marquet, but I’m going to call him Jory.”

Both Chris and Paul heard my thin whisper. I was so tired, so sleepy.

“Why would you call him Jory?” asked Paul, but it wasn’t me who had the strength to answer. It was Chris who understood my reasoning.

“If he had been blond, she would have named him Cory—but the J will stand for Julian, and the rest for Cory.”

Our eyes met and I smiled.

How wonderful to be understood, and never have to explain.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“Cathy—look at me! Don’t turn your head and pretend you don’t know what I’m doing, what I’m saying! Look and see the torment you’ve put me in! How can I find anyone else, when you’ve been bred into my bones—and are part of my flesh? Your blood runs fast when mine does! Your eyes burn when mine do—don’t deny it!”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“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!”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“Pain always makes me antagonistic--are you any different?”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“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.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“If it would be sin, then hell would be heaven with you.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“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.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“Y pidio a Dios que se la tragase al suelo. Pero los suelos nunca se abren cuando deberian hacerlo.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“Don’t let bitter memories deprive you of one of your greatest assets—your soft, loving ways. A man likes to take care of the woman he loves and his children. A man likes to be leaned on, looked up to, respected. An aggressive, domineering woman is one of God’s most fearsome creatures.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“No. I wasn’t there. I was back in Gladstone, Pennsylvania, and I was twelve years old. Two state troopers were in the driveway, with a white car parked . . . and swiftly they were striding to interrupt a birthday party to tell us all that Daddy was dead. Killed in an accident on Greenfield Highway.

“Chris! Chris!” I screamed, terrified he might have gone.

“I’m here. I’m coming. I knew you’d need me.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“He caught my hand and drew me closer to his side.
“Well, should I begin to list them one by one, and by name? If I did it would take several hours. If there had been someone special, all I would do is name one—and I can’t do that. I liked them all . . . but I didn’t like any well enough to love, if that’s what you want to know.”

Yes, that was exactly what I wanted to know.

“I’m sure you didn’t live a celibate life, even though you didn’t fall in love . . . ?”

“That’s none of your business,” he said lightly.

“I think it is. It would give me peace to know you had a girl you loved.”

“I do have a girl I love,” he answered. “I’ve known her all my life. When I go to sleep at night, I dream of her, dancing overhead, calling my name, kissing my cheek, screaming when she has nightmares, and I wake up to take the tar from her hair. There are times when I wake up to ache all over, as she aches all over, and I dream I kiss the marks the whip made . . . and I dream of a certain night when she and I went out on the cold slate roof and stared up at the sky, and she said the moon was the eye of God looking down and condemning us for what we were. So there, Cathy, is the girl who haunts me and rules me, and fills me with frustrations, and darkens all the hours I spend with other girls who just can’t live up to the standards she set. And I hope to God you’re satisfied.”

I turned to move as in a dream, and in that dream I put my arms about him and stared up into his face, his beautiful face that haunted me too.
“Don’t love me, Chris. Forget about me. Do as I do, take whomever knocks first on your door, and let her in.”

He smiled ironically and put me quickly from him.

“I did exactly what you did, Catherine Doll, the first who knocked on my door was let in—and now I can’t drive her out. But that’s my problem—not yours.”

“I don’t deserve to be there. I’m not an angel, not a saint . . . you should know that.”

“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.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“To my lady Catherine,

I give you gold with a diamond you can barely see,

But the gem would be castle-sized if it expressed all I feel for thee.

I give you gold because it endures, and love like the eternal sea.

Only your brother, Christopher.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“I sighed, he sighed, the wind and flowers sighed too. I think those marble statues sighed along as well, in their lack of understanding the human condition”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind