“God, He didn't write the scripts for the puny little players down here. We wrote them ourselves-with each day we lived, each word we spoke, each thought we etched on our brains. And Momma had written her script, too. And… — 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
