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“Love doesn't always come when you want it to. Sometimes it just happens, despite your will.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“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...”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“We lived in the attic,
Christopher, Cory, Carrie, and me,
Now there are only three.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“People make the rules of society, not God.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“Children are very wise
intuitively; they know who loves them most, and who only pretends.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“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.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“There is no hate such as that born out of love betrayed- and my brain screamed out for revenge.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“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.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“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?”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“It is so appropriate to color hope yellow, like the sun we seldom saw. And as I begin to copy from the old memorandum journals that I kept for so long, a title comes as if inspired. 'Open the Window and Stand in the Sunshine.' Yet, I hesitate to name our story that. For I think of us more as flowers in the attic.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“And when I fall in love,” I began, "I will build a mountain to touch the sky. Then, my lover and I will have the best of both worlds, reality firmly under our feet, while we have our heads in the clouds with all our illusions still intact. And the purple grass will grow all around, high enough to reach our eyes.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“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.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“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.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“I saw myself dancing alone, always alone,”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“People have a way of believing nothing terrible will ever happen to them, only to others.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“Through books Cathy and I have lived a zillion lives . . . our vicarious way
to feel alive.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“Where was that fragile, golden-fair Dresden doll I used to be? Gone.
Gone like porcelain turned into steel-made into someone who would
always get what she wanted, no matter who or what stood in her way.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“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?”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“I don't think she's ever coming back.”
V. C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“Love doesn’t always come when you want it to. Sometimes it just happens, despite your will.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“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.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“To believe in God is a good thing, a right thing. But when you reinforce your belief with words you take from the Old Testament that you seek out, and interpret in the ways that suit your needs best, that is hypocrisy,”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“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.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“I am a pretty, useless ornament who always believed she'd have a man to take care of her.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“Love, when it came and knocked on my door, was going to be enough.

And that unknown author who'd written that if you had fame, it was not enough, and if you had wealth as well, it was still not enough, and if you had fame, wealth, and also love ... still it was not enough - boy, did I feel sorry for him.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“And thank you for saying all of that, and for loving me, for you haven't gone unloved, or unadmired, yourself.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“We don’t anticipate accidents, nor do we expect to die young.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“Perhaps lovers aren't supposed to look down at the ground. That kind of story is told in symbols--and earth represents reality, and reality represents frustrations, chance illnesses, death, murder, and all kinds of other tragedies. Lovers are meant to look up at the sky, for up there no beautiful illusions can be trampled upon.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
“And somewhere in that crimson-colored never-never land where i pirouetted madly, in a wild and crazy effort to exhaust myself into insensibility, i saw that man, shadowy and distant, half-hidden behind towering white columns that rose clear up to a purple sky. In a passionate pas de deux he danced with me, forever apart, no matter how hard i sought to draw nearer and leap into his arms, where i could feel them protective about me, supporting me ... and with him i'd find, at last, a safe place to live and love.”
V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic

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