V.C. Andrews Quotes & Sayings

People never really die until you forget them. — V.C. Andrews

It is so appropriate to color hope yellow, like the sun we seldom saw. And as I begin to copy from the old memorandum journals that I kept for so long, a title comes as if inspired. 'Open the Window and Stand in the Sunshine.' Yet, I hesitate to name our story that. For I think of us more as flowers in the attic. — V.C. Andrews

Nostalgia was nothing more than dissatisfaction with the present. Anything looked better than now, even harder times. It was a fantasy that people accept. — V.C. Andrews

You've got to learn something from every defeat in life or life will defeat you. — V.C. Andrews

I want you to understand that what is black to one person is white to another. And nothing in this world is so perfect that it is pure white, or so bad it is pure black. Everything concerning human beings comes in shades of gray, Carrie. — V.C. Andrews

A flower blooms best in a happy pot. — V.C. Andrews

To believe in God is a good thing, a right thing. But when you reinforce your belief with words you take from the Old Testament that you seek out, and interpret in the ways that suit your needs best, that is hypocrisy, — V.C. Andrews

Love doesn't always come when you want it to. Sometimes it just happens, despite your will. — V.C. Andrews

How wonderful to be understood, and never have to explain. — V.C. Andrews

Few dignitaries made speeches that Myra said were so full of soap that if we looked closely, we'd see bubbles coming out of their mouths. — V.C. Andrews

I am a pretty, useless ornament who always believed she'd have a man to take care of her. — V.C. Andrews

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. — V.C. Andrews

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. — V.C. Andrews

It's better not to make a promise than to make one you can't keep. — V.C. Andrews

Fool! Never wait on a man! Let him wait on himself! — V.C. Andrews

We both knew it couldn't last, Catherine. From the beginning I warned you, April just can't marry with September. — V.C. Andrews

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. — V.C. Andrews

Being a good listener is the perfect way to avoid answering questions you'd rather ignore. — V.C. Andrews

Of what value was the past when the present was so thrilling, and pleasing — V.C. Andrews

Way you find out how much they care is by looking into the eyes - eyes never learn how to lie. — V.C. Andrews

What was there about the human condition that made us hold on to tragedy with such tenacity and easily forgo the happiness we could reach readily? — V.C. Andrews

Truth is comfortable in your eyes, but falsehood looks for ways to escape and clearly shows itself in the way you look at the person to whom you are lying. — V.C. Andrews

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. — V.C. Andrews

This book is dedicated to my mother. — V.C. Andrews

I could almost believe that a love as passionate as theirs had been would enable them to reach across the abyss between life and death and join hands for some precious moments every night. — V.C. Andrews

My thoughts took frantic flight, wanting to escape this prison, and seek out the wind so it could fan my hair and sting my skin, and make me feel alive again. — V.C. Andrews

I loved her in an odd kind of way, the way you love winter when you're hot in summer. — V.C. Andrews

Beauty thinks it needs no talent and can feed on itself, so it soon dies. — V.C. Andrews

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. — V.C. Andrews

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. — V.C. Andrews

all you can do is he there and suffer. — V.C. Andrews

Yes, I am a prisoner of sorts, but my prison isn't the house. It's my own thoughts that lock me up! — V.C. Andrews

room confirmed the view I had of myself. I always felt as if I had been placed in storage in this house. However, regardless of what it was and what it had been, the room had to be kept as immaculate as any other. My grandmother was fully convinced that cleanliness was next to godliness and was fond of chanting it at me whenever she ordered me to polish or wash — V.C. Andrews

Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away. — V.C. Andrews

We haven't remained idle, twiddling our thumbs while you were off having a good time. — V.C. Andrews

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 my life it will be disclosed. And when I have what I want, I hope to god it stays long enough to let me know I have it, and it wont hurt when it goes, for I don't expect it to stay, not now. I'm like a doughnut, always being punch out in the middle, and constantly I go around searching for the missing piece, and on and on it goes, never ending, only beginning ... — V.C. Andrews

The creative genuis begins in the idle moment, dreaming up the impossibe, and later making it come true. — V.C. Andrews

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, supporting me ... and with him i'd find, at last, a safe place to live and love. — V.C. Andrews

After it's all over, the early childhood, a chain of birthdays woven with candlelight, piles of presents, voices of relatives singing and praising your promise and future, after the years of schooling, fitting yourself into different size desks, memorizing, reciting, reporting, and performing for jury after jury of teachers, counselors, and administrators, you still feel inadequate, alone, vulnerable, and naked in a world that can be unforgiving and terribly demanding. — V.C. Andrews

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. — V.C. Andrews

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. — V.C. Andrews

I used to have this toy, a magic slate. You wrote or drew on it and then, just by pulling up the plastic cover, everything you did disappeared and you could start new. Maybe everyone feels that on New Year's Eve: They can pull up the magic sheet and rewrite their lives. — V.C. Andrews

eyes kept changing colors, jumbling his kaleidoscope emotions. — V.C. Andrews

And there is something in the young that rebels when life is made too strict, making us want to do most of all the very things denied to us. — V.C. Andrews

Every word I put down, I put down with tears, with bitter blood, with sour gall, well mixed and blended with shame and guilt. — V.C. Andrews

Whatever doesn't destroy you, makes you stronger. Hardships have a way of toughening us, if they don't kill us. — V.C. Andrews

Dreams, I thought. They're the riches of a poor person, stashed in treasure chests buried deeply in the imagination. But are dreams enough? — V.C. Andrews

For everything can come to those who have the desire,the drive, the dedication, and the determination. v.c.andrews — V.C. Andrews

Eyes never learn how to lie — V.C. Andrews

Don't try to appeal to me when I feel sick to my stomach. I ask myself each day how I can come home and not be tired of you, and still feel as I do after so many years, and after all that has happened. Yet I go on year after year loving you, needing and trusting you. Don't take my love and make it into something ugly! — V.C. Andrews

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. — V.C. Andrews

Isn't it funny how far we will go to be with someone we think we love. A grown man will behave like a young boy, a young boy will do everything he can to appear like a grown man. We'll risk our reputations, sacrifice our worldly possessions, defy our parents, even our religious beliefs. We'll do illogical and foolish things, things that are impractical, wasteful, just for a moment of what we think is ecstasy on earth. — V.C. Andrews

He won't listen to the music, and I can't turn it off. — V.C. Andrews

According to the accounts, which we've recorded, there was a motorist driving a blue Ford weaving in and out of the lefthand lane, apparently drunk, and he crashed head-on into your husband's car. But it seems your husband must have seen the accident coming, for he swerved to avoid a head-on collision, but a piece of machinery had fallen from another car, or truck, and this kept him from completing his correct defensive driving maneuver, which would have saved his life. But as it was, your husband's much heavier car turned over several times, and still he might have survived, but an oncoming truck, unable to stop, crashed into his car, and again the Cadillac spun over ... and then ... it caught on fire. — V.C. Andrews

Why was it I never realized when I was able to run wild and free that I was experiencing happiness? 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? Why had I thought that happiness reserved itself for those grown to full size? — V.C. Andrews

We don't anticipate accidents, nor do we expect to die young. — V.C. Andrews

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. — V.C. Andrews

Most of our teachers, knowing we had an extra day off, usually piled on the homework to make up for it. — V.C. Andrews

And thank you for saying all of that, and for loving me, for you haven't gone unloved, or unadmired, yourself. — V.C. Andrews

I felt sorry for her, and I felt betrayed by my own compassion. — V.C. Andrews

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. — V.C. Andrews

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. — V.C. Andrews

Everyone is an actor. In the end, everyone wants applause. — V.C. Andrews

People have a way of believing nothing terrible will ever happen to them, only to others. — V.C. Andrews

Love, when it came and knocked on my door, was going to be enough.
And that unknown author who'd written that if you had fame, it was not enough, and if you had wealth as well, it was still not enough, and if you had fame, wealth, and also love ... still it was not enough - boy, did I feel sorry for him. — V.C. Andrews

Too much money buys everything but health, so they have no dreams left to purchase, and no aspirations, so in the end they are only bored. — V.C. Andrews

Now they were inclined to only creep instead of fly, and smile instead of laugh. — V.C. Andrews

I love you," was his reply. "I make myself keep on loving you, despite what you do. I've got to love you. We all have to love you, and believe in
you, and think you are looking out for our best interests. But look at us, Momma, and really see us. — V.C. Andrews

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. — V.C. Andrews

Love, in short is the most dangerous emotion human can experience — V.C. Andrews

My heart felt like a cold ember. Last night it flamed with hope. Today it was coated with ashes. — V.C. Andrews

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? — V.C. Andrews

And when I fall in love," I began, "I will build a mountain to touch the sky. Then, my lover and I will have the best of both worlds, reality firmly under our feet, while we have our heads in the clouds with all our illusions still intact. And the purple grass will grow all around, high enough to reach our eyes. — V.C. Andrews

Love, it came unbidden.
You couldn't help whom you fell in love with - cupid's arrows were ill aimed. — V.C. Andrews

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 of the time. — V.C. Andrews

What did you do with time when you had it in superabundance? Where did you put your eyes when you had already seen everything? What direction should your thoughts take, when daydreams could lead you into so much trouble? — V.C. Andrews

Getting older means learning how to leave with doubt and how to get home again. — V.C. Andrews

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. — V.C. Andrews

Still, we were young, and hope has strong roots in
the young, right down to their toes, — V.C. Andrews

You used to do that. If you hid your face, you thought we couldn't see you just because you couldn't see us. — V.C. Andrews

There were shadows in the corners and whispers on the stairs and time was irrelevant as honesty. — V.C. Andrews

I don't like the tone of your voice. Speak respectfully when you speak to me."
"La-dee-da, and ho-ho-ho! The day I speak respectfully to you, Christopher, will be the day you earn my respect - and that will be the day you stand twelve feet high, and the moon is at noon, and a blizzard blows in a unicorn ridden by a gallant knight wearing pure white shining armor, with a green dragon's head
perched on the point of his lance! — V.C. Andrews

Sometimes doing the right thing does take more courage, but the feeling it gives you deep inside makes it worth it. — V.C. Andrews

And grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away, and the person so real, so beloved, becomes a dim, slightly out-of-focus shadow. — V.C. Andrews

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. — V.C. Andrews

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. — V.C. Andrews

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. — V.C. Andrews

I knew I wouldn't hold on to any friends if I said what I thought. — V.C. Andrews

The weight of the lie was so great it almost didn't escape my lips and barely made it to her ears — V.C. Andrews

Time doesn't heal scars as most people commonly think. It simply makes them firmer, stiffer. One must accept it and not hope to mend and return to what he or she once was. — V.C. Andrews

Being mature means realizing life is filled with dark days,too. — V.C. Andrews

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. — V.C. Andrews

We could survive the worst, doesn't it stand to reason we should be able to bear the best? — V.C. Andrews

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 you die first, then it won't be long before I follow. — V.C. Andrews

For when I
waltzed with Chris, I'd made him someone else. — V.C. Andrews

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 - — V.C. Andrews

Only I had dry eyes, a dry heart. — V.C. Andrews

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 — V.C. Andrews

We're better off not worrying about ourselves, and to do that, we have to worry about others. — V.C. Andrews

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. — V.C. Andrews