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Dreams, I thought. They're the riches of a poor person, stashed in treasure chests buried deeply in the imagination. But are dreams enough?
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V.C. Andrews |
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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.
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inspirational-love
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V.C. Andrews |
5a33d11
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All pain seemed to come with lots of blood, and lots of mental anguish, too. I already knew about that. Maybe that was the worst kind of pain, because nobody knew about it but you.
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mental
pain
suffering
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V.C. Andrews |
7652056
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At least when you were silent, you didn't make any new enemies.
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V.C. Andrews |
f8b6aee
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I realize we lose our innocence in many ways, the most painful being when we realize those who are supposed to love us and care for us more than anything, really care for themselves and their own pleasures more. It's painful because it makes you realize how alone you really are.
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V.C. Andrews |
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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, supportin..
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V.C. Andrews |
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Being a good listener is the perfect way to avoid answering questions you'd rather ignore.
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V.C. Andrews |
925925e
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Life offers more than one chance, Cathy, you know that.
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V.C. Andrews |
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All you need do is say good-bye to yesterday's loves, and hello to the new. Look around and see who needs you most and you won't go wrong. Forget who needed you yesterday.
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V.C. Andrews |
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I never realized that the blue sky I saw was not the soft, nurturing sky of spring, but the cold, chilling, lonely sky of winter
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V.C. Andrews |
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I'm a fool. I expect too much, then I'm angry because nothing ever works out the way I want. When I was young and full of hopes and aspirations, I didn't know I would get hurt so often. I think I'll get tough and won't ache again, then my fragile shell shatters, and again, symbolically, my blood is spilled with the tears I shed. I pull myself back together again, go on, convince myself there is a reason for everything, and at some point in ..
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most-relevant-quote-i-ever-read
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V.C. Andrews |
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There were shadows in the corners and whispers on the stairs and time was irrelevant as honesty.
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V.C. Andrews |
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Love is fragile at best and often a burden or something that blinds us. It's fodder for poets and song writers and they build it into something beyond human capacity. Falling in love means enrolling yourself in the school of disappointment. Being human means failing each other often, and no two people fail each other more than two people who pledge to do things for each other that they'll never do because they are just incapable of it...Tha..
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heartbreak
love
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d9c35b2
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Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk to me about money and what it can buy. But it can't buy back a child once he's dead!
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baby
buy
child
children
cry
crying
dead
death
eyes
glare
glares
glaring
kid
kids
life
money-monetary
plead
pleading
talk
talking
young
young-adults
youth
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V.C. Andrews |
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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 doesn't mean we are doomed. Let's go forth tomorrow with no great expectations of finding perfection. Then, expecting only a small share of happiness, we won't be disappointed." If a little hill of happiness would satisfy Chris, good for him. But after all these years of striving, hoping, dreaming, longing-I wanted a m..
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captive
decieved
defeat
defeated
doom
doomed
dreaming
expectations
fate
great-expectations
greed
happiness
longing
perfection
poisened
put-downs
striving
towmorrow
used
vow
vows
wanting
wants
years
years-of-struggle
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V.C. Andrews |
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Maybe thats because we take criticism best from those we love and those who love us-Ethan
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V.C. Andrews |
d19e1eb
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We're going to change. We're going to throw out what's worse in us and keep what's best. But come hell or high water, we three will stick together, all for one, one for all. We're going to grow, Cathy, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Not only that, we're going to reach the goals we've set for ourselves. I'll be the best damned doctor the world's ever known and you will make Pavlova seem like an awkward country girl.
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emotion
emotional
goals
mental
physical
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V.C. Andrews |
51f5a47
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We had been separated by time and distance and events so long, it was as if we had to get to know each other again, but if it was possible to fall in love with the same person twice, I did.
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distance
landry
love
lust
pearl-in-the-mist
possibilities
time
v-c-andrews
withstand
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V.C. Andrews |
1a659d5
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Little rabbits have big ears.
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V.C. Andrews |
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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 understands your needs, and you understand theirs. It starts with a faltering flutter that touches your heart and makes you vulnerable to everything beautiful.
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V.C. Andrews |
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You are an intriguing combination, half child, half seductress, half angel." I laughed sort and bitterly. "That's what all men like to think about women. Little girls they have to take care of--when I know for a fact it is the male who is more boy than man."
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child
feminist
girl
innocence
lmao
man
woman
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V.C. Andrews |
cb74f52
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My heart felt like a cold ember. Last night it flamed with hope. Today it was coated with ashes.
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V.C. Andrews |
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Death can be a good friend to those in extreme pain. I wondered how he held on so long...
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V.C. Andrews |
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You know what I miss the most about my youth? My gullibility. It's nice believing in everything and everyone. It makes you feel secure, but be strong and depend more on yourself and you'll be ready for disappointments. That's the best advice I can offer you.
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youth
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V.C. Andrews |
f16ee51
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That's the way all life's battles are won.. You don't look at the overall picture. You take one step, then another, and another... until you arrive at your destination.
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life
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V.C. Andrews |
b588713
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What if I am a curse?" "Then you're the prettiest and nicest curse I know."
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V.C. Andrews |
8f44353
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Never would I become so dependent on a man I couldn't make my way in the world, no matter what cruel blow life delivered!
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V.C. Andrews |
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Why did I think back then, that happiness was always just ahead in the future, when I would be an adult, able to make my own decisions, go my own way, be my own person? Why had it seemed that being a child was never enough?
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V.C. Andrews |
5b7ed90
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Why did the stars seem to be looking down at me with pity, making me feel ant-sized, overwhelmed, completely insignificant? It was too big, that close sky, too beautiful, and it filled me with a strange sense of foreboding.
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V.C. Andrews |
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From this day forward, I vowed to myself, I was in control of my life. Not fate, not God, not even Chris was ever again going to tell me what to do, or dominate me in any way. From this day forward, I was my own person, to take what I would, when I would, and I would answer only to myself.
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control
domination
fate
life
vow
vows
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V.C. Andrews |
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The Bible said, as Chris quoted one memorable day, there was a time for everything. I figured my time for happiness was just ahead, waiting for me.
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happiness
time
waiting
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V.C. Andrews |
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I had a gift too; not the bright and shining coin that was Christopher's. It was my way to turn over all that glittered and look for the tarnish.
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V.C. Andrews |
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I think you might be the kind to put all the men you love up so high they are bound to come tumbling down.
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V.C. Andrews |
e091728
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Blood ties are not supposed to be chains.
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V.C. Andrews |
f69f568
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Maybe that was what millions could do-- nail a satisfied smirk to one's face.
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millionaire
money
petals-on-the-wind
rich
rich-people
smirk
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V.C. Andrews |
1433e04
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I watched the jealousy between them grow, and felt it was none of my fault--only Momma's! As everything wrong in my life was her fault.
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V.C. Andrews |
e5d97e9
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Look at you, standing there in your iron- gray dress, feeling pious and self- righteous while you starve small children!
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baby
child
children
dresses
gray
kid
kids
pious
righteous
self-righteous
standing
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V.C. Andrews |
a702efb
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We haven't remained idle, twiddling our thumbs while you were off having a good time. Through books Cathy and I have lived a zillion lives . . . our vicarious way to feel alive.
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abandonement
alive
away
book-reading
books
children
experience
good-time
idle
live
lived
lives
read
reading
thumbs
vicarious
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V.C. Andrews |
2ec36b5
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You were right the first time, Cathy. It was a stupid, silly story. Ridiculous! Only insane people would die for the sake of love. I'll bet you a hundred to one a woman wrote that junky romantic trash!" Just a minute ago I'd despised that author for bringing about such a miserable ending, then there I went, rushing to the defense. "T. M. Ellis could very well have been a man! Though I doubt any woman writer in the nineteenth century had muc..
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dying-for-love
initials
love
nineteenth-century
publishing
romance-novels-books
romantic
romantic-notions
silliness
unhappy-endings
women-authors
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V.C. Andrews |
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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 martinis-but never, never go outside before our eyes. And whenever something good happens, whenever they think they're finally going to be happy, some catastrophe comes along to dash their hopes.
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catastrophes
coffee
happiness
hope
hopes
indoors
loll
outdoors
outside
sitting
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V.C. Andrews |
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The weight of the lie was so great it almost didn't escape my lips and barely made it to her ears
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V.C. Andrews |
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just on the verge of becoming a woman, and in these three years and almost five months, I'd reached maturity. I was older than the mountains outside. The wisdom of the attic was in my bones, etched on my brain, part of my flesh.
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bones
brain
flesh
mature
maturity
mountains
older
teens
wisdom
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V.C. Andrews |
41757b3
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All right, Chris, you've given me a breather. I'm prepared for anything. And thank you for saying all of that, and for loving me, for you haven't gone unloved, or unadmired, yourself." I kissed him quickly on the lips, and told him to go on, to hit me with his knockout blow. "Really, Chris, I know you must have something perfectly awful to tell me-so out with it. Keep holding me as you tell me, and I can stand anything you have to say."
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awful
breather
incest
kiss
kisses
kissing
love
loving
prepared
stand
stand-anything
telling-the-truth
thanks
unadmired
unloved
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V.C. Andrews |
57ee32e
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The mountain trees that grew between the pines were a brilliant blaze of fall colors, like fire against the emerald green of the pines, firs and pruces. And it was, as I'd told myself long ago, the year's last passionate love affair before it grew old and died from the frosty bite of winter.
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change
colors
fall
fire
love
passionate
running
seasons
trees
winter
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