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I lay so still in the gloom I could hear the house breathe, and the boards of the floors whispered, conniving a way to keep me here forever.
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V.C. Andrews |
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Being rich and coming from a distinguished family background doesn't guarantee happiness, Abby. In fact, it might make happiness harder to find because you have to live up to akk that expectation.
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happiness
landry
living-up-to-expectations
pearl-in-the-mist
v-c-andrews
rich
poor
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I was the last of the four Dresden dolls. Only me... and I didn't want to be here.
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loss
heartbreak
love
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The sun was hot and bright. A day for fishing, for swimming, for playing tennis and having fun, and they put my Christopher in the ground.
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loss
heartbreak
love
incest
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Worry and trouble weighed heavily on the hands of her clock, rushing time along.
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nostalgia was nothing more than dissatisfaction with the present. Anything looked better than now, even harder times. It was a fantasy that people accept.
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V.C. Andrews |
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Creer en Dios es cosa buena, pero cuando se refuerza esa creencia con palabras tomadas del Antiguo Testamento que uno mismo escoge e interpreta de la manera que mas le convenga, eso es hipocresia.
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What are you offering now?" I asked suspiciously. "Just me, my friendship. Just me, and the now-and-then right to kiss you, hold your hand, touch your hair, and take you to the movies, and listen to your dreams because you listen to mine, and be silly once in a while, build a past we'll enjoy rememberings--that's all."
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Midnight Flight
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You can't love anyone without pain, the pain of jealousy and the pain of loss. It will always be under your skin and in your heart waiting to pounce.
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V.C. Andrews |
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Stature comes from your demeanor, your self confidence.
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Fantasies die slow, quiet deaths. They're like cherry blossoms breaking away and sailing down slowly, still holding onto their color and their softness and beauty, but ending up on the ground to be blown out by cold winds.
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I knew I wouldn't hold on to any friends if I said what I thought.
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I believe, though I'm not sure, once you are an adult, and come back to the home of your parents to live, for some odd reason, you're reduced to being a child again, and dependent. Her parents tug her one way--and we pull her another way--
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V.C. Andrews |
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Maybe there was something wrong with me, but unlike my friends, I wasn't eager to rush into adulthood and get away from everything that tied me to my life as it was now.
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V.C. Andrews |
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To love anything once extremely well made you vulnerable to another loving attack
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And where was happiness? In the yesterdays? In the tomorrows? Not in this hour, this minute, this second. We had one thing, and one thing only, to give us a spark of joy. Hope.
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If you had wealth and health, and beauty and talent . . . you had nothing if you didn't have love. Love changed all that was ordinary into something giddy, powerful, drunken, enchanted.
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We'll make it work, because two people who are sincerely in love can always overcome obstacles no matter what they are.
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A Colder breeze lifted a dead leaf to the roof and sent it scuttling merrily on its way to catch in my hair. It crackled dry and brittle when Chris plucked it out and held it, just staring down at a dead maple leaf as if his very life depended on reading its secret for knowing how to blow in the wind. No arms, no legs, no wings... bit it could fly when dead.
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confinement
sad
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In the dark, the little live Christmas tree, two feet tall, sparkled with tiny coloured lights, like the tears I saw glistening in my brother's eyes.
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sad
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The love they had for each other seemed to me very different from the love I saw between the parents of the few friends I had. Their love seemed more intense, more tumultuous, more passionate. Whenever they thought no one was watching they locked eyes, and they had to reach out and touch whenever they passed one another.
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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. You
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The world belongs to those who know how to speak well, and fortunes are made by those who write well,
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all you can do is he there and suffer.
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I knew then he was blind when he looked at me.
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V.C. Andrews |
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I am not at all the kind who can forget the tarnish on the reverse side of the brightest coin.
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Si no existiesen las sombras ?Como podriamos ver la luz del sol?
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El Senor nos lo ha dado, el Senor nos lo ha quitado
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Pero en alguien tan lleno de vida, amor y esperanza, la sombra de la muerte no se detiene por mucho tiempo, al contrario de lo que nos ocurre a quienes carecemos ya de esperanzas y suenos
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V.C. Andrews |
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From all that I heard, and overheard, fate was a grim reaper, never kind, with little respect for who was loved and needed.
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And we were alone. Locked in. All the lights were turned off. Around us, below us, this huge house seemed a monster, holding us in its sharp-toothed mouth. If we moved, whispered, breathed heavily, we'd be swallowed and digested.
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a still water that ran deep." I still don't know what she meant by that, except quiet people did exude some illusion of mystery that kept you wondering just what they really were beneath the surface."
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We learned love was just like a soap bubble, so shining and bright one day, and the next day it popped. Then came the tears, the woebegone expressions, the anguish over endless cups of coffee while seated at the kitchen table with a best friend who had her own troubles, or his own troubles. But, no sooner was one love over and done with, then along came another love to start that shining soap bubble soaring again.
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V.C. Andrews |
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And if he ached more than I was aching, then he was in agony.
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I lay on my back and stared up at that unseeing, uncaring sky. I doubted God lived up there; I doubted heaven was up there, too. God and heaven were down there on the ground, in the gardens, in the forests, in the parks, on the seashores, on the lakes, and riding the highways, going somewhere!
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V.C. Andrews |
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Another year passed, much as the first did.
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time
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And to be like me, he had to be sour, bitter, hating everyone, and suspicious of their hidden motives.
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V.C. Andrews |
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El macho de la especie nace sabiendo todo lo que es malo
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V.C. Andrews |
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Y cuando ha sido justa la vida, Cathy?
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V.C. Andrews |
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I lay on my back and stared up at that unseeing, uncaring sky. I doubted God lived up there; I doubted heaven was up there, too.
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V.C. Andrews |
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This is one of those life experiences that should help bury your childhood, April," Brenda said. "The days of candy canes, gumdrops, and bubbles are gone. You're going to grow up very quickly now. When you realize how alone you really are in this world, you grow up or you perish."
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V.C. Andrews |
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as I delved deeper into the subject, it was more than the eyes--it was what was behind the eyes, in the brain, wanting to please you, make you happy, give you joy, and take away the loneliness of never having anyone understand as you want to be understood.
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V.C. Andrews |
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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 optimist. Had I robbed him of his greatest asset, besides his good looks and charm?
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