Life offers more than one chance, Cathy, you know that. Virginia C. Andrews More Quotes by Virginia C. Andrews More Quotes From Virginia C. Andrews Love, in short is the most dangerous emotion human can experience Virginia C. Andrews dangerous emotion humans Unless i'm reading an assignment or doing a paper or taking a test, i'm thinking about you. Virginia C. Andrews thinking-about-you young-love reading Beauty thinks it needs no talent and can feed on itself, so it soon dies. Virginia C. Andrews talent needs thinking I saw myself dancing alone, always alone. Virginia C. Andrews always-alone saws dancing 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. Virginia C. Andrews skins hair wind It's funny how when you're little, you miss all the little lies. They float right past you, but you don't wonder about them much. For a long time, you think this is just something adults still do after being kids - pretend. Virginia C. Andrews believe kids lying 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. Virginia C. Andrews frustration spiritual beautiful Mine are the deep-seated fears established when we are children, and they never quite go away: the fear of being helpless, the fear of being trapped, the fear of being out of control. Virginia C. Andrews never-quit going-away children 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. Virginia C. Andrews sunshine flower thinking ... and still I stayed to plan all my revenge, my vengeance against those who had turned me from good to evil, and made of me what I was going to be from this day forward. Virginia C. Andrews hatred revenge evil People never really died. They only went on to a better place, to wait a while for their loved ones to join them. And then once more they went back to the world, in the same way they had arrived the first time around. Virginia C. Andrews waiting people world Love … I put so much faith in it. Truth … I kept believing it falls always from the 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? Virginia C. Andrews love-is believe fall 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. Virginia C. Andrews sorry doors boys Seek the tarnish and you shall find Virginia C. Andrews A flower blooms best in a happy pot. Virginia C. Andrews blooming-flower flower pot you've got to learn something from every defeat in life or life will defeat you. Virginia C. Andrews defeat You trap yourself sometimes, by thinking desire and need is love. Love is something far more precious, but something far more fragile. As fragile as one of our tiniest, most intricate, most delicately crafted toys. Hold on to it too tightly, and it will crumble on your fingers, but hold on to it loosely, and the wind might blow it away and shatter it on the cold ground. Listen to the voice comes from your heart, but be absolutely sure the voice comes from your heart. Virginia C. Andrews blow heart love-is I don't think she's ever coming back. Virginia C. Andrews coming-back thinking Maybe thats because we take criticism best from those we love and those who love us-Ethan Virginia C. Andrews those-we-love criticism I never realized that the blue sky I saw was not the soft, nurturing sky of spring, but the cold, chilling, lonely sky of winter Virginia C. Andrews lonely winter spring
