Heaven Vc Andrews Quotes

If you work to obtain your goal, and realize from the very beginning that nothing valuable comes easily, and still forge ahead, without a doubt you’ll reach your goal, whatever it is.

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!

If it would be sin, then hell would be heaven with you.

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.

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.

Why doesn’t the Good Book say honor thy children, Grandpa, why doesn’t it?

I want my name to mean something after I’m dead.

You trap yourself sometimes, by thinking desire and need is love.

There is no hell but that which we make for ourselves. There is no heaven but that which we build between us.

there are three kinds of people. One, those who serve others. Two, those who give to the world by producing those who serve others. Three, the last kind, those who can’t be satisfied unless they achieve on their own, not by serving others but by their own merits and talents, producing, and not through their children, either.

We gotta appreciate Grandpa while he’s still with us, an not save our caring for his funeral day.

The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.’ 

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! Hell was right here, where I was, shadowing me persistently, trying to do me in, and make me into what the grandmother thought I was—the Devil's issue.

And God was supposed to be looking out for her, wasn’t he? She prayed to him and he didn’t hear. He just sat up there in his heaven and pretended everything was just fine in the woods when he knew. He knew. He was glad another proud Whitefern girl was being assaulted. Because God is a man too.

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.