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  • #1
    V.C. Andrews
    “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

  • #2
    V.C. Andrews
    “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

  • #3
    V.C. Andrews
    “Life is like that - twenty minutes of misery for every two seconds of joy.”
    V.C. Andrews, If There Be Thorns

  • #4
    V.C. Andrews
    “We lived in the attic,
    Christopher, Cory, Carrie, and me,
    Now there are only three.”
    V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic

  • #5
    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

  • #6
    V.C. Andrews
    “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

  • #7
    V.C. Andrews
    “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

  • #8
    V.C. Andrews
    “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. Then one day you wake up and realize most of the world you're in is built on someone's make-believe.”
    V.C. Andrews, Misty

  • #9
    V.C. Andrews
    “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

  • #10
    V.C. Andrews
    “There was a war going on in our house. A silent war that sounded no guns, and the bodies that fell were only wishes that died and the bullets were only words and the blood that spilled was always called pride.”
    Virginia Andrews

  • #11
    V.C. Andrews
    “Unless i'm reading an assignment or doing a paper or taking a test, i'm thinking about you.”
    V.C. Andrews, Secret Whispers

  • #12
    V.C. Andrews
    “Through books Cathy and I have lived a zillion lives . . . our vicarious way
    to feel alive.”
    V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic

  • #13
    V.C. Andrews
    “People have a way of believing nothing terrible will ever happen to them, only to others.”
    V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic

  • #14
    V.C. Andrews
    “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

  • #15
    V.C. Andrews
    “How wonderful to be understood, and never have to explain.”
    V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

  • #16
    V.C. Andrews
    “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.”
    V.C. Andrews

  • #17
    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, Flowers in the Attic



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