“Chris, soap people are like us-they seldom go outdoors. And when they do, we only hear about it, never see it. They loll about in living rooms, bedrooms, sit in the kitchens and sip coffee or stand up and drink… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“Oh, it was wicked of me to make him the troublesome thing I was. He should stay always what he was, the happy-go-lucky cheerful… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“I sighed, he sighed, the wind and flowers sighed too. I think those marble statues sighed along as well, in their lack of understanding… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“We are perfect children. Mentally, physically, emotionally, we are wholesome, and godly in every way possible. We have as much right to live, love,… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“Death can be a good friend to those in extreme pain. I wondered how he held on so long...” — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“Cathy, don't look so defeated. She was only trying to put us down again. Maybe nothing did work out right for her, but that… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“His blue eyes gazed down into mine. Eyes so much alike. I loved him as I loved the better side of myself, the brighter,… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“We all have to love you, and believe in you, and think you are looking out for our best interests. But look at us,… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“What if I am a curse?" "Then you're the prettiest and nicest curse I know.” — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“There were shadows in the corners and whispers on the stairs and time was irrelevant as honesty.” — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“Y, sin embargo, me sentia irritada cada vez que alguien venia a preguntar como habia muerto y a decir que era una lastima que… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“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… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“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… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“me to see the contents. Was she giving me a gift, like she gave Bart anything he wanted? He was the” — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“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… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
