V.C. Andrews Quotes
Look at you, standing there in your iron- gray dress, feeling piousand self- righteous while you starve small children!
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.
And why is it all men thinkeverything a woman writes is trivial or trashy-or just plain sillydrivel? Don't men have romantic notions? Don't men dream of findingthe perfect love?
If you remain calm in the midst of great chaos, it is the surest guarantee that it will eventually subside.
I find people with depression are like a broken clocks, and clock maker after clock maker will try to fix you, but sometimes time itself is the answer.
Ricky just listens. He isn't shocked. He isn't surprised. He listens to me because he knows. He knows the shame and the guilt and the sorrow and the rage. And he does not judge me. He just listens.
The struggle to keep aroused emotions within proper boundaries is won by putting a conscious leash on them and leading them like junkyard dogs right to the throne of grace
We all have to love you, and believe inyou, and think you are looking out for our best interests. But look at us, Momma, and really see us.
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.
I was the last of the four Dresden dolls. Only me... and I didn't want to be here.
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.
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.
Our relationship had been doomed form the start, because it was based on grief, and unlike love, grief eventually passed.
That night she dreamed of the deer. Strangely, the animal was holding her. She cuddled close into the soft fur and touched and kissed it gently. In the morning her pillow was wet with tears.
And as I venture into anothers pit of everlasting darkness, I'll return with a simple blackened rose. and with that rose I shall write the stories it tells.
There is only one possible road you can take, ' he said, 'and that is t go by way of your imagination.
Greg: Scott, great horde.My realization was that I could never *actually* live a life where I had to be constantly doing things like praising a dude's horde.So that made me feel better about myself.
You play it safe and all you end up with is a lifetime of should-have-beens.
Amy, " Elsie Moore said in her crackling voice, her gaze fixed on Declan. "I want you to get me a new bear. A blond one.
You will show that thing to me and from now on, I will deal with them."I opened my eyes really wide and fluttered my eyelashes at him. "I'm sorry, I must've missed your coronation ceremony. Silly me.
We're better off not worrying about ourselves, and to do that, we have to worry about others.
You see, ” she interrupted his blank stare, “it doesn’t take much effort to be kind. It only takes the ability to recognize where kindness is needed.
Yes, I am a prisoner of sorts, but my prison isn't the house. It's my own thoughts that lock me up!
Self discipline is the ability to make yourself do something you don’t necessarily want to do, to get a result you would really like to have.
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.
You cats mind if I make it a trio?' he asked me, and it was not a huge surprise that a dude of his appearance was speaking in Jazz Voice.
Andrea: "....I think a dog is a great idea. I just never pictured you with a mutant poodle.” Kate: “He isn’t a poodle. He’s a Doberman mix."Andrea: “Aha. Keep telling yourself that.
Me to Comma: I will never get use to you wanting to butt your way into my sentences -- even if you're right.
As I drove out the wrought iron gates I had entered, I noticed for the first time how intricate and beautiful they were. They were forged by hand so many years ago and had stood the test of time.
Do you remember the time, Mike, ” Jeremy laughed, “that you put a banana down your pants and walked up to the Palma-nator. It looked like you had one hell of a hard-on.
Writers see the world differently. Every voice we hear, every face we see, every hand we touch could become story fabric.
. . . hated each other so much their feud had become legendary. Half the jokes in the galaxy started with “a vampire and an otrokar walk into a bar….
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.
It seems that we had...not a better education, per se, but perhaps more incentive to use it. They learn, but they hardly think.
What did I tell you about plastic ties? Only for humans, Julie murmured.If you don't listen to me, I can't teach you anything.
You can do without sleep or without food, but not without both and sleep wasn't an option.
Secret to what?""Secret to shutting you up, " he said. "I just have to beat you till you're half-dead, then give you chicken soup and"--he raised his hands--"blessed silence.
The Bible said, as Chris quoted one memorable day, there was a time foreverything. I figured my time for happiness was just ahead, waitingfor me.
The universe was full of wonders. Some of them would drive you insane if you thought about them too long.