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What women wanted to be eaten alive, choked by a thrusting tongue? Not me, I wanted to be played like a violin, strummed pianissimo, in largo timing, fingered into legato, and let it grow into crescendo.
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Then the wind came in with Bart and blew the vase of roses from the table. I stood and stared down at the crystal pieces and the petals scattered about. Why was the wind always trying to tell me something? Something I didn't want to hear!
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vc-andrews
premonition
roses
wind
gothic
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Hay un jardin en el cielo, que esta esperando. Es un jardin que Chris y yo imaginamos hace muchos anos, mientras yaciamos en una losa dura y negra del tejado y contemplabamos el Sol y las estrellas
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V.C. Andrews |
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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.
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V.C. Andrews |
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We haven't remained idle, twiddling our thumbs while you were off having a good time.
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thumbs
idle
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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.
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perfection
happiness
disapointment
facial-expressions
put-down
putting-people-down
small-share
towmorrow
work-out
doomed
doom
small
put-downs
expectations
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Was I prone to sadness and melancholy? How could anyone like that? It wasn't that I wanted it; it was that I was so used to hard rains, I couldn't help expecting a cloudburst every time something nice happened and sunshine beamed down over me.
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thoughts
rain
sadness
cloudburst
landry
pearl-in-the-mist
v-c-andrews
sunshine
melancholy
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It's not that I'm afraid to die, it's only the road to death that terrifies me, for sometimes it can be so drawn out.
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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 mountain high! A hill wasn't enough.
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dreams
happiness
satisfy
hill
striving
mountain
hoping
mountains
longing
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For when I waltzed with Chris, I'd made him someone else.
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dance
changed
someone-else
waltzed
dancing
someone
him
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Love...I put so much faith in it. Truth...I kept believing it falls always from the top lips of the one you love and trust the most. Faith...it's all bound up to love and trust. Where does one end and the other start, and how do you tell when love is the blindest of all?
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V.C. Andrews |
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Being mature means realizing life is filled with dark days,too.
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V.C. Andrews |
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We are perfect children. Mentally, physically, emotionally, we are wholesome, and godly in every way possible. We have as much right to live, love, and enjoy life as any other children on this earth.
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V.C. Andrews |
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You snatch from life what you can while you are young, for if you wait for better times to come tomorrow, you wait in vain.
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V.C. Andrews |
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If you work to obtain your goal, and realize from the very beginning that nothing valuable comes easily, and still forge ahead, without a doubt you'll reach your goal, whatever it is.
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V.C. Andrews |
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Life is always like that--twenty minutes of misery for every two seconds of joy. So, be everlastingly grateful for those rare two seconds and appreciate; appreciate what good you can find, no matter what the cost.
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V.C. Andrews |
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At the end of the rainbow waited the pot of gold. But rainbows were made of faint and fragile gossamer--and gold weighed a ton--and since the world began, gold was the reason to do most anything.
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V.C. Andrews |
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has to be darkness if there is to be light.
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V.C. Andrews |
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Y pidio a Dios que se la tragase al suelo. Pero los suelos nunca se abren cuando deberian hacerlo.
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V.C. Andrews |
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there has to be darkness if there is to be light.
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V.C. Andrews |
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I was the kind of child who'd always looked for fairies dancing on the grass. I wanted to believe in witches, wizards, ogres, giants, and enchanted spells. I didn't want all of the magic taken out of the world by scientific explanation.
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V.C. Andrews |
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I don't know if it's for the better, but I do know people aren't static. We all change from day to day.
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people
static
constant
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I had heard the wind from the mountains calling me last night, telling me it was my time to go, and I woke up, knowing what to do.
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loss
hearbreak
heartache
incest
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Then turn your eyes back on me, and tell me that Cathy and I are still children to be treated with condescension, and are incapable of understanding adult subjects.
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understanding
kids
told
treated
condescension
incapable
subjects
adults
understand
kid
child
children
teens
eyes
young-adults
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V.C. Andrews |
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Love doesn't spurt up like an instant bonfire, consuming all reason, it flickers and falters, and sometimes almost goes out. The fact that it doesn't go out, despite all the rain that fall on it--that's love.
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Or was Chris thinking, as I was, that if we went to the police and told our story, our faces would be splashed on the front pages of every newspaper in the country? Would the glare of publicity make up for what we'd lose? Our privacy-our need to stay together? Could we lose each other just to get even?
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story
front-page
newpaper
faces
lose
together
privacy
newspapers
thinking
police
stories
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V.C. Andrews |
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you've got to learn something from every defeat in life or life will defeat you.
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No habiamos dicho ya un millon de oraciones, siempre en espera de una liberacion que no llegaba nunca? Y si las lagrimas no servian de nada y las oraciones no las oia nadie, como ibamos a llegar hasta Dios para obligarle a que hiciera algo?
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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 a sorry one it was.
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living
god
life
down-here
each-day
scripts
spoke
written
spoken-words
speaking
players
mothers
thought
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V.C. Andrews |
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I brushed it until it shone and looked somewhat like it used to look, only far thinner, and less glorious.
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looks
brush
brushing
brushing-hair
hair-care
long-hair
shiny-hair
thick-hair
thin-hair
used-to
shine
glorious
hair
thin
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V.C. Andrews |
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I sighed, he sighed, the wind and flowers sighed too. I think those marble statues sighed along as well, in their lack of understanding the human condition
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Swing low, sweet chariot, comin'for t'carry me home...' was the tune I hummed as I made the beds, and waited for the news to come that our grandfather was on his way to heaven if his gold counted, and to hell if the Devil couldn't be bribed.
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omg
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I remembered Grandmere Catherine used to tell me your first impressions about people usually prove to be the truest because your heart is the first to react.
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heart
wisdom
landry
pearl-in-the-mist
v-c-andrews
impressions
reactions
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V.C. Andrews |
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There is no hate such as that born out of love betrayed
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V.C. Andrews |
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Whatever doesn't destroy you, makes you stronger. Hardships have a way of toughening us, if they don't kill us.
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landry
pearl-in-the-mist
v-c-andrews
tough
stronger
hardships
destroy
survival
kill
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V.C. Andrews |
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I don't think anything about the human body and the way it functions is disgusting or revolting.
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V.C. Andrews |
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Los invitados, que habian venido tan elegantemente vestidos a la fiesta de cumplea*os, nos rodearon, pronunciando esas frases consoladoras que dice la gente cuando la verdad es que no hay nada que decir
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V.C. Andrews |
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I loved her in an odd kind of way, the way you love winter when you're hot in summer.
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V.C. Andrews |
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La vida es siempre asi: veinte minutos de afliccion por dos segundos de alegria.
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V.C. Andrews |
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If there were no shadows, how could we see the sunlight?
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V.C. Andrews |
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Once I was in the cold dim room, without furniture or carpet or rugs, only a dollhouse that wasn't as wonderful as the original, I opened the tall and narrow closet door and began my ascent up the steep and narrow stairs. On my way to the attic. On my way to where I'd find my Christopher, again...
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loss
heartbreak
heartache
incest
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V.C. Andrews |
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Asleep you don't feel pain or hunger, or loneliness, or bitterness. In sleep you can drown in false euphoria, and when you awaken, you just don't care about anything.
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V.C. Andrews |
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Did she really believe that love, once gained, couldn't be torn asunder by doubts and fears, and could never, never be put back together again?
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V.C. Andrews |
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we could survive the worst, doesn't it stand to reason we should be able to bear the best?
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