All Virginia C. Andrews Quotes
- 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… Angel
- ... and still I stayed to plan all my revenge, my vengeance against those who had turned me from good to evil, and made of… All
- 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,… All
- I saw myself dancing alone, always alone, Alone
- Mine are the deep-seated fears established when we are children, and they never quite go away: the fear of being helpless, the fear of being… Children
- What is normal? Normal is only ordinary; mediocre. Life belongs to the rare, exceptional individual who dares to be different. Belongs
- You can trust a few some of the time, and most none of the time. Feel lucky if you have even one to trust all… All
- Seek the tarnish and you shall find Find
- You are the most dangerous kind of female the world can ever know. You carry the seeds for your own destruction and the destruction of… All
- Life is like that - twenty minutes of misery for every two seconds of joy. Every Two
- I believe in God... but I don't believe in religion. Religion is used to manipulate and punish. Used in a thousand ways for profit for… Believe
- Little rabbits have big ears. Big
- I don't think she's ever coming back. Coming
- A flower blooms best in a happy pot. Best
- There was a war going on in our house. A silent war that sounded no guns, and the bodies that fell were only wishes that… Always Called
- Promises are lies wrapped in pretty ribbons -Cinnamon Cinnamon
- you've got to learn something from every defeat in life or life will defeat you. Defeat
- You trap yourself sometimes, by thinking desire and need is love. Love is something far more precious, but something far more fragile. As fragile as… Absolutely
- The creative genius begins in the idle moment, dreaming up the impossible, and later making it come true. Begins
- Dreams, I thought. They're the riches of a poor person, stashed in treasure chests buried deeply in the imagination. But are dreams enough? Buried