I believe in God... but I don't believe in religion. Religion is used to manipulate and punish. Used in a thousand ways for profit for even in the church, money is still the 'real' God. Virginia C. Andrews More Quotes by Virginia C. Andrews More Quotes From Virginia C. Andrews love, is an unnatural attachment to another living thing. it's the root cause of most personal problems people have. Virginia C. Andrews attachment roots love-is Only someone who had cried a great deal understands why someone else wants to stop the tears. Virginia C. Andrews love relationship life Life is like that - twenty minutes of misery for every two seconds of joy. Virginia C. Andrews life-is-like joy two The creative genius begins in the idle moment, dreaming up the impossible, and later making it come true. Virginia C. Andrews genius creative dream 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. Virginia C. Andrews lucky ifs feels Dreams, I thought. They're the riches of a poor person, stashed in treasure chests buried deeply in the imagination. But are dreams enough? Virginia C. Andrews treasure imagination dream It was the eyes. The secret of love was in the eyes. The way one person looked at another, the way eyes communicated and spoke when the lips never moved. Virginia C. Andrews eye secret way Patience. I colored patience gray, hung over with black clouds. I colored hope yellow, just like the sun we could see for a few short morning hours. Too soon the sun rose high in the sky & disappeared from view, leaving us bereft and staring at blue. Virginia C. Andrews blue clouds morning 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. Virginia C. Andrews wall angel friendship There is no hate such as that born out of love betrayed- and my brain screamed out for revenge. Virginia C. Andrews hate revenge brain Promises are lies wrapped in pretty ribbons -Cinnamon Virginia C. Andrews cinnamon lying promise If you hold a bird too tightly, you'll crush its wings Virginia C. Andrews crush wings bird ...for everything can come to those who have the desire,the drive, the dedication, and the determination." v.c.andrews Virginia C. Andrews dedication determination desire What is normal? Normal is only ordinary; mediocre. Life belongs to the rare, exceptional individual who dares to be different. Virginia C. Andrews mediocre-life different ordinary Love, how often that word came up in books over and over again. 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. Virginia C. Andrews powerful ordinary book Life offers more than one chance, Cathy, you know that. Virginia C. Andrews cathy offers chance 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. Virginia C. Andrews return people thinking 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. Virginia C. Andrews voice teacher years You are the most dangerous kind of female the world can ever know. You carry the seeds for your own destruction and the destruction of everyone who loves you. And a great many will love you for your beautiful face for your seductive body; but you will fail them all because you will believe they all fail you first. You are an idealist of the worst kind - the romantic idealist. Born to destroy and self destruct. Virginia C. Andrews love-you beautiful believe 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. Virginia C. Andrews rainbow gold world
