Whitefern Quotes

“Love is forgiveness, Audrina. That’s all it really is, constantly forgiving someone for his weaknesses and hoping that it will bring about some good changes.”
― V.C. Andrews, Whitefern

“She is a very beautiful young lady. I can see what drove Arthur to do what he did.” “Can you?” I fired back at her. My voice was so harsh she fell back into the chair. Now I stood, my temper flaring like Papa’s would. “Your husband just appreciated my sister’s beauty? That’s all it was? An artist being inspired? That’s all that went on here? Do you think I’m that stupid?” I caught my breath. “All right. You came to fulfill your promise to him. I appreciate your devotion to your husband, but this doesn’t change anything, Mrs. Price. Your husband took advantage of my sister. He used art as an excuse to sexually abuse her. I’m afraid we’re going to leave it at that. And you’re lucky that’s all we’ll do.”
― V.C. Andrews, Whitefern

“No, you don’t understand what I’m saying, Mrs. Lowe. Arthur was unable to get me or any woman pregnant. He contracted testicular cancer when he was in his early twenties. The radiation and chemotherapy stopped the cancer but led to infertility. He tested and tested and finally gave up. That’s when we decided to adopt. My husband couldn’t possibly be the father of your sister’s child.” She stood again.”
― V.C. Andrews, Whitefern

“I’ve never doubted that men are the weaker sex. Go on. I’ll help him.”
― V.C. Andrews, Whitefern

“we started this. Now we have to carry it out to completion. I stress we,”
― V.C. Andrews, Whitefern

“Papa would have taken out his Civil War pistol and driven over to the Prices’ and shot him,” I said. “You mean like he shot the boys who raped you?” Arden asked. It was a cold and cruel thing to say, but I understood why he was saying it.”
― V.C. Andrews, Whitefern

“You could put aside your grief for a moment and compliment me,” he whispered,”
― V.C. Andrews, Whitefern

“You don’t really have either when it comes to the stock market, especially today. It’s too sophisticated. You’d do no better than . . . than her!” he screamed, pointing at Sylvia.”
― V.C. Andrews, Whitefern