“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, quote from Seeds of Yesterday
“I don’t explain love, Bart. I don’t think anyone can. It grows from day to day from having contact with that other person who understands your needs, and you understand theirs. It starts with a faltering flutter that touches your heart and makes you vulnerable to everything beautiful.”
― V.C. Andrews, quote from Seeds of Yesterday
“That's the way all life's battles are won.. You don't look at the overall picture. You take one step, then another, and another... until you arrive at your destination.”
― V.C. Andrews, quote from Seeds of Yesterday
“Hay un jardin en el cielo, que esta esperando. Es un jardin que Chris y yo imaginamos hace muchos años, mientras yaciamos en una losa dura y negra del tejado y contemplabamos el Sol y las estrellas”
― V.C. Andrews, quote from Seeds of Yesterday
“La vida es siempre asi: veinte minutos de afliccion por dos segundos de alegria.”
― V.C. Andrews, quote from Seeds of Yesterday
“Once I was in the cold dim room, without furniture or carpet or rugs, only a dollhouse that wasn't as wonderful as the original, I opened the tall and narrow closet door and began my ascent up the steep and narrow stairs.
On my way to the attic.
On my way to where I'd find my Christopher, again...”
― V.C. Andrews, quote from Seeds of Yesterday
“a long time ago I’d given up on religion, thinking it wasn’t for me when so many were bigoted, narrow-minded, and cruel.”
― V.C. Andrews, quote from Seeds of Yesterday
“I was the last of the four Dresden dolls. Only me... and I didn't want to be here.”
― V.C. Andrews, quote from Seeds of Yesterday
“The sun was hot and bright. A day for fishing, for swimming, for playing tennis and having fun, and they put my Christopher in the ground.”
― V.C. Andrews, quote from Seeds of Yesterday
“Only I had dry eyes, a dry heart.”
― V.C. Andrews, quote from Seeds of Yesterday
“I had heard the wind from the mountains calling me last night, telling me it was my time to go, and I woke up, knowing what to do.”
― V.C. Andrews, quote from Seeds of Yesterday
“We came together like long separated lovers who might never have the chance to kiss and hug again.”
― V.C. Andrews, quote from Seeds of Yesterday
“Los malvados siempre se las arreglan para permanecer jovenes y sanos mucho mas tiempo que aquellos que tienen un lugar reservado en el cielo”
― V.C. Andrews, quote from Seeds of Yesterday
“El orgullo es el vicio siempre presente de los imbeciles”
― V.C. Andrews, quote from Seeds of Yesterday
“Unicamente yo tenia secos los ojos, seco el corazon”
― V.C. Andrews, quote from Seeds of Yesterday
“He stepped beside me and encircled my shoulders with the comfort of his arm, protecting me from Joel, from everything. With him I’d live in a thatched hut, a tent, a cave. He gave me strength.”
― V.C. Andrews, quote from Seeds of Yesterday
“I knew then he was blind when he looked at me.”
― V.C. Andrews, quote from Seeds of Yesterday
“needing arms to hold me safe during the darkness, wanting kisses on my face to put me to sleep, to wake me up, to put over me a safe parasol of love.”
― V.C. Andrews, quote from Seeds of Yesterday
“¿Y cuando ha sido justa la vida, Cathy?”
― V.C. Andrews, quote from Seeds of Yesterday
“He estado demasiado tiempo en la medicina para no saber que la justicia no esta distribuida con equidad”
― V.C. Andrews, quote from Seeds of Yesterday
“I had heard the wind from the mountains calling me last night, telling me it was my time to go, and I woke up, knowing what to do.
Once I was in that cold dim room, without furniture or carpet or rugs, only a dollhouse that wasn’t as wonderful as the original, I opened the tall and narrow closet door and began my ascent up the steep and narrow stairs.
On my way to the attic.
On my way to where I’d find my Christopher, again . . .”
― V.C. Andrews, quote from Seeds of Yesterday
V.C. Andrews
Born place: in Portsmouth, Virginia, The United States
Born date June 6, 1923
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“Life isn’t about romance. It’s about love.”
― Marilyn Grey, quote from Bloom
“The face of happiness may be someone who is intensely curious and enthusiastic about learning; it may be someone who is engrossed in plans for his next five years; it may be someone who can distinguish between the things that matter and the things that don’t; it may be someone who looks forward each night to reading to her child. Some happy people may appear outwardly cheerful or transparently serene, and others are simply busy. In other words, we all have the potential to be happy, each in our own way.”
― Sonja Lyubomirsky, quote from The How of Happiness: A Scientific Approach to Getting the Life You Want
“Even in darkness, there’s light. You just need to look for it.”
― J.M. Northup, quote from Fears of Darkness
“And it was sort of weird at first, because Castiel didn’t remember what he was supposed to be doing, but the way that he could feel Dean smiling against his lips made his legs feel weak, and the way that he could feel Dean's hips against his own made his head swim.”
― quote from Twist and Shout
“She was a hunchback with a sweet smile. She smiled sweetly at anything; she couldn't help it; the trees, me, the grass, anything. The basket pulled her down, dragging her toward the ground. She was such a tiny woman, with a hurt face, as if slapped forever. She wore a funny old hat, an absurd hat, a maddening hat, a hat to make me cry, a hat with faded red berries on the brim. And there she was, smiling at everything, struggling across the carpet with a heavy basket containing Lord knew what, wearing a plumed hat with red berries.
I got up. It was so mysterious. There I was, like magic, standing up, my two feet on the ground, my eyes drenched.
I said, "Let me help."
She smiled again and gave me the basket. We began to walk. She led the way. Beyond the trees it was stifling. And she smiled. It was so sweet it nearly tore my head off. She talked, she told me things I never remembered. It didn't matter. In a« dream she held me, in a dream I followed under the blinding sun. For blocks we went forward. I hoped it would never end. Always she talked in a low voice made of human music. What words! What she said! I remembered nothing. I was only happy. But in my heart I was dying. It should have been so. We stepped from so many curbs, I wondered why she did not sit upon one and hold my head while I drifted away. It was the chance that never came again.
That old woman with the bent back! Old woman, I feel so joyfully your pain. Ask me a favor, you old woman you! Anything. To die is easy. Make it that. To cry is easy, lift your skirt and let me cry and let my tears wash your feet to let you know I know what life has been for you, because my back is bent too, but my heart is whole, my tears are delicious, my love is yours, to give you joy where God has failed. To die is so easy and you may have my life if you wish it, you old woman, you hurt me so, you did, I will do anything for you, to die for you, the blood of my eighteen years flowing in the gutters of Wilmington and down to the sea for you, for you that you might find such joy as is now mine and stand erect without the horror of that twist.
I left the old woman at her door.
The trees shimmered. The clouds laughed. The blue sky took me up. Where am I? Is this Wilmington, California? Haven't I been here before? A melody moved my feet. The air soared with Arturo in it, puffing him in and out and making him something and nothing. My heart laughed and laughed. Goodbye to Nietzsche and Schopenhauer and all of you, you fools, I am much greater than all of you! Through my veins ran music of blood. Would it last? It could not last. I must hurry. But where? And I ran toward home. Now I am home. I left the book in the park. To hell with it. No more books for me. I kissed my mother. I clung to her passionately. On my knees I fell at her feet to kiss her feet and cling to her ankles until it must have hurt her and amazed her that it was I.”
― John Fante, quote from The Road to Los Angeles
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