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What is normal? Normal is only ordinary; mediocre. Life belongs to the rare, exceptional individual who dares to be different.
V.C. Andrews (My Sweet Audrina (Audrina, #1))
Life is like that - twenty minutes of misery for every two seconds of joy.
V.C. Andrews (If There Be Thorns (Dollanganger, #3))
Love doesn't always come when you want it to. Sometimes it just happens, despite your will.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
I wish the night would end, I wish the day'd begin, I wish it would rain or snow, or the wind would blow, or the grass would grow, I wish I had yesterday, I wish there were games to play...
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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.
V.C. Andrews (Fallen Hearts (Casteel, #3))
We lived in the attic, Christopher, Cory, Carrie, and me, Now there are only three.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (If There Be Thorns (Dollanganger, #3))
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.
V.C. Andrews (Seeds of Yesterday (Dollanganger, #4))
Children are very wise intuitively; they know who loves them most, and who only pretends.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
People make the rules of society, not God.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Promises are lies wrapped in pretty ribbons -Cinnamon
V.C. Andrews
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.
V.C. Andrews
There is no hate such as that born out of love betrayed- and my brain screamed out for revenge.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Only someone who had cried a great deal understands why someone else wants to stop the tears.
V.C. Andrews
I saw myself dancing alone, always alone,
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
People have a way of believing nothing terrible will ever happen to them, only to others.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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?
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Through books Cathy and I have lived a zillion lives . . . our vicarious way to feel alive.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Seek the tarnish and you shall find
V.C. Andrews (If There Be Thorns (Dollanganger, #3))
And why is it all men think everything a woman writes is trivial or trashy-or just plain silly drivel? Don't men have romantic notions? Don't men dream of finding the perfect love?
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
A flower blooms best in a happy pot.
V.C. Andrews (Music in the Night (Logan, #4))
Beauty thinks it needs no talent and can feed on itself, so it soon dies.
V.C. Andrews (Petals on the Wind (Dollanganger, #2))
I am a pretty, useless ornament who always believed she'd have a man to take care of her.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Where was that fragile, golden-fair Dresden doll I used to be? Gone. Gone like porcelain turned into steel-made into someone who would always get what she wanted, no matter who or what stood in her way.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
What's done is done. Say good-bye to the past, and hello to the future And we're wasting time, when already we've wasted enough. We've got everything ahead, waiting for us." Just the right words to make me feel real, alive, free! Free enough to forget thoughts of revenge.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
...for everything can come to those who have the desire,the drive, the dedication, and the determination." v.c.andrews
V.C. Andrews (If There Be Thorns (Dollanganger, #3))
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.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Petals on the Wind (Dollanganger, #2))
Love doesn’t always come when you want it to. Sometimes it just happens, despite your will.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
At least when you were silent, you didn’t make any new enemies.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
We don’t anticipate accidents, nor do we expect to die young.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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.
V.C. Andrews (My Sweet Audrina (Audrina, #1))
And thank you for saying all of that, and for loving me, for you haven't gone unloved, or unadmired, yourself.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Being a good listener is the perfect way to avoid answering questions you’d rather ignore.
V.C. Andrews (If There Be Thorns (Dollanganger, #3))
Life offers more than one chance, Cathy, you know that.
V.C. Andrews (Petals on the Wind (Dollanganger, #2))
Why did the stars seem to be looking down at me with pity, making me feel ant-sized, overwhelmed, completely insignificant? It was too big, that close sky, too beautiful, and it filled me with a strange sense of foreboding.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk to me about money and what it can buy. But it can't buy back a child once he's dead!
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Did she really believe that love, once gained, couldn't be torn asunder by doubts and fears, and could never, never be put back together again?
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Never would I become so dependent on a man I couldn’t make my way in the world, no matter what cruel blow life delivered!
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Asleep you don't feel pain or hunger, or loneliness, or bitterness. In sleep you can drown in false euphoria, and when you awaken, you just don't care about anything.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
The Bible said, as Chris quoted one memorable day, there was a time for everything. I figured my time for happiness was just ahead, waiting for me.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Look at you, standing there in your iron- gray dress, feeling pious and self- righteous while you starve small children!
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Let’s go forth tomorrow with no great expectations of finding perfection. Then, expecting only a small share of happiness, we won’t be disappointed.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Maybe that was what millions could do-- nail a satisfied smirk to one's face.
V.C. Andrews (Petals on the Wind (Dollanganger, #2))
My heart felt like a cold ember. Last night it flamed with hope. Today it was coated with ashes.
V.C. Andrews (Garden of Shadows (Dollanganger, #5))
I brushed it until it shone and looked somewhat like it used to look, only far thinner, and less glorious.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
We are perfect children. Mentally, physically, emotionally, we are wholesome, and godly in every way possible. We have as much right to live, love, and enjoy life as any other children on this earth.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
-just on the verge of becoming a woman, and in these three years and almost five months, I'd reached maturity. I was older than the mountains outside. The wisdom of the attic was in my bones, etched on my brain, part of my flesh.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Petals on the Wind (Dollanganger, #2))
I had a gift too; not the bright and shining coin that was Christopher's. It was my way to turn over all that glittered and look for the tarnish.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
We haven't remained idle, twiddling our thumbs while you were off having a good time. Through books Cathy and I have lived a zillion lives . . . our vicarious way to feel alive.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
I don’t think anything about the human body and the way it functions is disgusting or revolting.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
And where was happiness? In the yesterdays? In the tomorrows? Not in this hour, this minute, this second. We had one thing, and one thing only, to give us a spark of joy. Hope.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
To love anything once extremely well made you vulnerable to another loving attack
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
I was the kind of child who’d always looked for fairies dancing on the grass. 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 (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
From all that I heard, and overheard, fate was a grim reaper, never kind, with little respect for who was loved and needed.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Petals on the Wind (Dollanganger, #2))
For when I waltzed with Chris, I'd made him someone else.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
We haven't remained idle, twiddling our thumbs while you were off having a good time.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
If a little hill of happiness would satisfy Chris, good for him. But after all these years of striving, hoping, dreaming, longing-I wanted a mountain high! A hill wasn't enough.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
You snatch from life what you can while you are young, for if you wait for better times to come tomorrow, you wait in vain.
V.C. Andrews (If There Be Thorns (Dollanganger, #3))
Y pidio a Dios que se la tragase al suelo. Pero los suelos nunca se abren cuando deberian hacerlo.
V.C. Andrews (Petals on the Wind (Dollanganger, #2))
I felt sorry for her, and I felt betrayed by my own compassion.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Love, it came unbidden. You couldn't help whom you fell in love with—cupid's arrows were ill aimed.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
It was my way to turn over all that glittered and look for the tarnish.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
We were again, as we'd been before, small fledgling birds sitting on a clothesline waiting for a strong gust of wind to blow us asunder.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
The male of the species is born knowing everything evil.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
There is no hate such as that born out of love betrayed
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
a still water that ran deep." I still don't know what she meant by that, except quiet people did exude some illusion of mystery that kept you wondering just what they really were beneath the surface.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Love...I put so much faith in it. Truth...I kept believing it falls always from the top 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?
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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?
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
It's not good to be alone when you feel bereft. It's better to be with people and share your grief, and not keep it locked up inside." She said this dry-eyed, with not a tear, but somewhere deep inside her she was crying, screaming.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Cathy, don't look so defeated. She was only trying to put us down again. Maybe nothing did work out right for her, but that doesn't mean we are doomed. Let's go forth tomorrow with no great expectations of finding perfection. Then, expecting only a small share of happiness, we won't be disappointed.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
God, He didn't write the scripts for the puny little players down here. We wrote them ourselves-with each day we lived, each word we spoke, each thought we etched on our brains. And Momma had written her script, too. And a sorry one it was.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
No habiamos dicho ya un millon de oraciones, siempre en espera de una liberacion que no llegaba nunca? Y si las lagrimas no servian de nada y las oraciones no las oia nadie, como ibamos a llegar hasta Dios para obligarle a que hiciera algo?
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
La vida es siempre asi: veinte minutos de afliccion por dos segundos de alegria.
V.C. Andrews (Seeds of Yesterday (Dollanganger, #4))
we can read; reading is almost as good as doing.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Books were enough to send him off on a high tangent, knowing he had a way to escape to other worlds.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
We learned love was just like a soap bubble, so shining and bright one day, and the next day it popped.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Prettiness was more akin to coziness than grand, rich and beautiful.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Garden of Shadows (Dollanganger, #5))
Los invitados, que habian venido tan elegantemente vestidos a la fiesta de cumplea*os, nos rodearon, pronunciando esas frases consoladoras que dice la gente cuando la verdad es que no hay nada que decir
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Cathy, don't look so defeated. She was only trying to put us down again. Maybe nothing did work out right for her, but that doesn't mean we are doomed. Let's go forth tomorrow with no great expectations of finding perfection. Then, expecting only a small share of happiness, we won't be disappointed." If a little hill of happiness would satisfy Chris, good for him. But after all these years of striving, hoping, dreaming, longing-I wanted a mountain high! A hill wasn't enough. 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. I'd been kept prisoner, held captive by greed. I'd been betrayed, deceived, tied to, used, poisoned ... but all that was over now.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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!
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
And we were alone. Locked in. All the lights were turned off. Around us, below us, this huge house seemed a monster, holding us in its sharp-toothed mouth. If we moved, whispered, breathed heavily, we'd be swallowed and digested.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
I was the kind of child who always looked for fairies dancing on the grass. 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 explorations.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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. We haven't remained idle, twiddling our thumbs while you were off having a good time.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Creer en Dios es cosa buena, es lo que se debe hacer, pero cuando se refuerza esta creencia con palabras tomadas del Antiguo Testamento que uno mismo escoge e interpreta de manera que más le convenga, eso es hipocresía, y eso es exactamente lo que hacen mis padres.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Por cada cosa que uno gana tiene que perder algo
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Midnight Flight
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
And if he ached more than I was aching, then he was in agony.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
I didn't know how I felt, except confused and bewildered, and very, very young. And the world all about us was wise, and old, so old.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Still, we were young, and hope has strong roots in the young, right down to their toes,
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
God would not deliver us, we would deliver ourselves.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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 (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Creer en Dios es cosa buena, pero cuando se refuerza esa creencia con palabras tomadas del Antiguo Testamento que uno mismo escoge e interpreta de la manera que más le convenga, eso es hipocresía.
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
Or was Chris thinking, as I was, that if we went to the police and told our story, our faces would be splashed on the front pages of every newspaper in the country? Would the glare of publicity make up for what we'd lose? Our privacy-our need to stay together? Could we lose each other just to get even?
V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
We learned love was just like a soap bubble, so shining and bright one day, and the next day it popped. Then came the tears, the woebegone expressions, the anguish over endless cups of coffee while seated at the kitchen table with a best friend who had her own troubles, or his own troubles. But, no sooner was one love over and done with, then along came another love to start that shining soap bubble soaring again.
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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.
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Yes, she wanted to make us undone that night, when we were young, innocent, trusting, having known only the sweetest part of living. She wanted to wither our souls and shrivel us small and dry, perhaps never to feel pride again. But she didn't know us.
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You were right the first time, Cathy. It was a stupid, silly story. Ridiculous! Only insane people would die for the sake of love. I'll bet you a hundred to one a woman wrote that junky romantic trash!" Just a minute ago I'd despised that author for bringing about such a miserable ending, then there I went, rushing to the defense. "T. M. Ellis could very well have been a man! Though I doubt any woman writer in the nineteenth century had much chance of being published, unless she used her initials, or a man's name. And why is it all men think everything a woman writes is trivial or trashy-or just plain silly drivel? Don't men have romantic notions? Don't men dream of finding the perfect love? And it seems to me, that Raymond was far more mushy-minded than Lily!
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Chris was in the rocker, fully clothed, and was strumming idly on Cory's guitar. "Dance, ballerina, dance," he softly chanted, and his singing voice wasn't bad at all. Maybe we could work as musicians---a trio -if Carrie ever recovered enough to want a voice again.
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Y, sin embargo, me sentia irritada cada vez que alguien venia a preguntar como habia muerto y a decir que era una lastima que una persona tan joven muriese asi, cuando tanta gente inutil e incapaz seguia viviendo a*o tras a*o, como un verdadero estorbo para la sociedad
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It was a peculiar kind of night, as if fate had planned this night, long ago, and this night was our destiny, right or wrong. It was darkness lit up by the moon so full and bright, and the stars seemed to flash Morse Code beams to one another . . . fate accomplished.. . .
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But daydreams were merely cobwebs, easily torn into shreds, and I’d quickly be dropped back into reality. And where was happiness? In the yesterdays? In the tomorrows? Not in this hour, this minute, this second. We had one thing, and one thing only, to give us a spark of joy. Hope
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Dance, Ballerina, dance, and do your pirouette In rhythm with your aching heart, Dance, Ballerina, dance, you mustn't once forget A dancer has to dance the part, Once you said his love must wait its turn, You wanted fame instead, I guess that's your concern, We live and learn...and love is gone, Ballerina, gone...
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¿Acaso dice la arcilla a su alfarero: Qué haces?
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Por que? Esa era la pregunta de nuestras vidas.
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Yo solo podia preguntarme por que tenia que ocurrirnos todas las desgracias. Por que se empenaba el destino en perseguirnos?
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What direction should your thoughts take, when daydreams could lead you into so much trouble?
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La muerte no es lo único que nos priva de las personas a quien amamos y necesitamos.
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¡Dios mío, no tienes idea de cómo me sentía, pensando en las veces en que insististe en que cogiera por lo menos un anillo, y yo que no quería, porque tenía fe en ella!
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When you grow up, and have a million adult things to do, you forget how long a day can be for a child
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You think you’re the only one with frustrations, with doubts, suspicions, and fears. Well, take comfort from knowing I have them too
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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.
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La muerte no es lo único que nos priva de las personas que amamos y necesitamos.
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El amor no llega cuando uno quiere. A veces surge de pronto, contra la voluntad de uno.
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With everything you gained, you had to lose something - so I might as well as get used to it, and make the best of it.
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Los más bravos son, sin duda, aquellos que tienen la visión más clara de lo que se avecina, de gloria y peligro por igual, y aun así salen a su encuentro.
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God, He didn’t write the scripts for the puny little players down here. We wrote them ourselves—with each day we lived, each word we spoke, each thought we etched on our brains.
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there are some mothers you just can’t love, for they don’t want you to love them.
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Another year passed, much as the first did.
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He was beautiful, not just handsome, but beautiful - there's a difference, you know. Real beauty radiates from the inside out, and he had that.
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There is a reason for everything and a solution for every problem.
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Come and greet me with kisses if you love me.
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Now they were inclined to only creep instead of fly, and smile instead of laugh.
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of what value was the past when the present was so thrilling, and pleasing
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But how we managed to survive- that’s another story.
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No, he hadn’t lied—just omitted.
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sonriendo
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Por todo lo que había oído y adivinado, era evidente que el destino es cruel segador, nunca amable, con muy poco respeto por los que son amados y necesarios.
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children were like plants—they had to have sunshine if they were to grow.
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me to see the contents. Was she giving me a gift, like she gave Bart anything he wanted? He was the
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This book is dedicated to my mother.
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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.
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there is a reason for everything and a solution for every problem,
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El macho de la especie nace sabiendo todo lo que es malo
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God blessed me with mean thoughts to take the joy from everything.
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Estáis aquí, pero en realidad no existís
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Love changed all that was ordinary into something giddy, powerful, drunken, enchanted.
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Let’s go forth tomorrow with no great expectations of finding perfection.
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But this girl is only pretty," Christopher concluded. "Our mother is beautiful.
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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.
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But daydreams were merely cobwebs, easily torn into shreds, and I’d quickly be dropped back into reality.
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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?
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Fool! Never wait on a man! Let him wait on himself!
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Some people, they get all the luck.
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I took my time, pursuing each beautifully written line, and soaking up the feel of Victorian times,
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God didn’t reach down and lay a warm, reassuring hand on my shoulder.
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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.
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I laid aside my book
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night journey over, and be in a large bedroom
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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
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Querría que la noche acabase, y que comenzase el día, querría ver llover o nevar, o que soplasen los vientos, o que la hierba creciera, querría que fuese ayer, tener juegos que jugar...
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Habíamos perdido a nuestro padre, nuestro hogar, nuestros amigos y nuestras cosas, y aquella noche dejé de creer que Dios era el juez perfecto, de modo que también perdí a Dios, en cierto modo.
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El pelo crece donde tiene que crecer, de modo que lo mejor será que lo dejes en paz y no pienses más en tener el cuerpo liso como el de una niña pequeña y te des cuenta de que ese pelo es atractivo.
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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?
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I was fourteen years old--and that is an age when a girl just begins to feel her power over men. And I knew I was what most boys and men considered beautiful, and I guess, in a way, I was ripe for love.
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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!
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Something creaked beneath me! A soft step on rotting wood! I jumped startled, scared, and turned, expecting to see-God knows what! Then I sighed, for it was only Chris standing in the gloom, silently staring at me. Why? Did I look prettier than usual? Was it the moonlight, shining through my airy clothes? All random doubts were cleared when he said in a voice gritty and low, "You look beautiful sitting there like that." He cleared the frog in his throat. "The moonlight is etching you with silver-blue, and I can see the shape of your body through your clothes." Then, bewilderingly, he seized me by the shoulders, digging in his fingers, hard! They hurt. "Damn you, Cathy! You kissed that man! He could have awakened and seen you, and demanded to know who you were! And not thought you only a part of his dream!" Scary the way he acted, the fright I felt for no reason at all. "How do you know what I did? You weren't there; you were sick that night." He shook me, glaring his eyes, and again I thought he seemed a stranger. "He saw you, Cathy-he wasn't soundly asleep!" "He saw me?" I cried, disbelieving. It wasn't possible . . . wasn't! "Yes!" he yelled. This was Chris, who was usually in such control of his emotions. "He thought you a part of his dream! But don't you know Momma can guess who it was, just by putting two and two together-just as I have? Damn you and your romantic notions! Now they're on to us! They won't leave money casually about as they did before. He's counting, she's counting, and we don't have enough-not yet!" He yanked me down from the widow sill! He appeared wild and furious enough to slap my face-and not once in all our lives had he ever struck me, though I'd given him reason to when I was younger. But he shook me until my eyes rolled, until I was dizzy and crying out: "Stop! Momma knows we can't pass through a looked door!" This wasn't Chris . . . this was someone I'd never seen before . . . primitive, savage. He yelled out something like, "You're mine, Cathy! Mine! You'll always be mine! No matter who comes into your future, you'll always belong to me! I'll make you mine . . . tonight . . . now!" I didn't believe it, not Chris! And I did not fully understand what he had in mind, nor, if I am to give him credit, do I think he really meant what he said, but passion has a way of taking over. We fell to the floor, both of us. I tried to fight him off. We wrestled, turning over and over, writhing, silent, a frantic strug- gle of his strength against mine. It wasn't much of a battle. I had the strong dancer's legs; he had the biceps, the greater weight and height . . . and he had much more determination than i to use something hot, swollen and demanding, so much it stile reasoning and sanity from him. And I loved him. I wanted what he wanted-if he wanted it that much, right and wrong. Somehow we ended up on that old mattress-that filthy, smelly, stained mattress that must have known lovers long before this night. And that is where he took me, and forced in that swollen, rigid male sex part of him that had to be satisfied. It drove into my tight and resisting flesh which tore and bled. Now we had done what we both swore we'd never do.
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—Esta casa no es bonita, es grandiosa, grande, bella, pero yo, la verdad, no diría que es bonita. Me di perfecta cuenta de lo que quería decir. Lo bonito era más semejante a lo agradable que a lo grandioso, rico, bello, y, encima, enorme.
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God, He didn’t write the scripts for the puny little players down here. We wrote them ourselves—with each day we lived, each word we spoke, each thought we etched on our brains. And Momma had written her script, too. And a sorry one it was.
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I order you not to lie there and think your kind of scary thoughts. We will take each hour as it comes, and never pause to think ahead to the next one, and by using this method, it will be much easier than thinking in terms of days and weeks.
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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?
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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?
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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? More
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Christopher,” I said coolly, “when Cory and I want to know about a snail’s tubular intestines, we’ll send you a telegram, and please go sit on a tack and wait for it.” “Do you want to be ignorant all your life?” “Yes!” I flared back, “When it comes to snails, I prefer knowing nothing!
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Pero las ilusiones son como las telarañas, que son muy fáciles de deshacer, y en seguida volvía a la realidad. ¿Y dónde estaba la felicidad? ¿En los ayeres? ¿En los mañanas? No, ciertamente en esta hora, en este minuto, en este segundo. Sólo teníamos una cosa, una tan sólo, que nos diese una chispita de alegría: la esperanza.
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—Y cuando me enamore —empecé a decir— levantaré una montaña que toque el cielo, y entonces mi amante y yo tendremos lo mejor de los dos mundos: la realidad, bien firme bajo nuestros pies, y, al tiempo, la cabeza en las nubes, con todas nuestras ilusiones aún intactas. Y la hierba purpúrea creará todo en torno a nosotros, y tan alta que nos llegue a los ojos.
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Six: you are never to be idle. You will devote five hours each day to studying, and use the remainder of your time to develop your abilities in some meaningful way. If you have any skills, abilities or talents, you will seek to improve upon them, and if you have no abilities, or talents, or skills, you will read the Bible; and if you cannot read, then you will sit and stare at the Bible, and try to absorb through the purity of your thoughts the meaning of the Lord and his ways.
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—Mamá, ¡heredes o no la inmensa fortuna de tu padre, nosotros queremos salir de esta habitación!, y no la semana que viene, o mañana, ¡sino hoy!, ¡ahora!, ¡en este mismo momento! Dame esa llave y nos iremos lejos. Y si quieres, pues nos mandas dinero, o no lo mandes, si lo prefieres, y no tienes necesidad de volvernos a ver, si te parece bien, y así se resolverán todos tus problemas, porque desapareceremos de tu vida, y tu padre no tendrá necesidad de saber jamás que existimos, y tú te puedes quedar con todo lo que te deje. Todo para ti.
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—De una cosa estoy seguro, y es que no querría que castigase a los gemelos, de modo que seré yo quien robe, fuera de aquí, y si me cogen, sólo me castigarán a mí. Pero no me van a coger. Es demasiado peligroso robar a esa vieja, porque es observadora hasta límites inconcebibles. Estoy completamente seguro de que sabe con exactitud el dinero que lleva en el portamonedas, hasta el último centavo. Mamá, en cambio, nunca cuenta el dinero. ¿Te acuerdas de que papá solía quejarse de eso? —me sonrió, tranquilizador—. Seré como Robin Hood, robaré a los ricos para dar a los pobres, ¡o sea, a nosotros! Y sólo en las noches en que mamá y su marido nos digan que salen.
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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." Frowning, sulky, I gazed moodily at him. "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.
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