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The Bible said, as Chris quoted one memorable day, there was a time foreverything. I figured my time for happiness was just ahead, waitingfor me.
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
Chris was in the rocker, fully clothed, and was strumming idly onCory’s guitar. “Dance, ballerina, dance, ” he softly chanted, and hissinging voice wasn’t bad at all. Maybe we could work as musicians—atrio -if Carrie ever recovered enough to want a voice again.
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
Cathy, don’t look so defeated. She was only trying to put us downagain.Maybe nothing did work out right for her, but that doesn’t mean we aredoomed. Let’s go forth tomorrow with no great expectations of findingperfection. Then, expecting only a small share of happiness, we won’tbe disappointed.”If a little hill of happiness would satisfy Chris, good for him. Butafter all these years of striving, hoping, dreaming, longing-I wanted amountain high! A hill wasn’t enough. From this day forward, I vowedto myself, I was in control of my life. Not fate, notGod, not even Chris was ever again going to tell me what to do, ordominate me in any way. From this day forward, I was my own person, totake what I would, when I would, and I would answer only to myself. I’dbeen 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
All right, Chris, you’ve given me a breather. I’m prepared foranything.And thank you for saying all of that, and for loving me, for youhaven’t gone unloved, or unadmired, yourself.” I kissed him quickly onthe 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 tellme-so out with it. Keep holding me as you tell me, and I can standanything you have to say.
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
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’tremained idle, twiddling our thumbs while you were off having a good time.
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
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
From this day forward, I vowedto myself, I was in control of my life. Not fate, notGod, not even Chris was ever again going to tell me what to do, ordominate me in any way. From this day forward, I was my own person, totake what I would, when I would, and I would answer only to myself.
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
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
Cathy, don’t look so defeated. She was only trying to put us downagain.Maybe nothing did work out right for her, but that doesn’t mean we aredoomed. Let’s go forth tomorrow with no great expectations of findingperfection. Then, expecting only a small share of happiness, we won’tbe disappointed.
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
I saw myself dancing alone, always alone
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
And why is it all men thinkeverything a woman writes is trivial or trashy-or just plain sillydrivel? Don’t men have romantic notions? Don’t men dream of findingthe perfect love?
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
Look at you, standing there in your iron- gray dress, feeling piousand self- righteous while you starve small children!
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
-just on the verge ofbecoming a woman, and in these three years and almost five months, I’dreached maturity. I was older than the mountains outside. The wisdomof the attic was in my bones, etched on my brain, part of my flesh.
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
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
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’llbet 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 amiserable ending, then there I went, rushing to the defense. “T. M.Ellis could very well have been a man! Though I doubt any woman writerin the nineteenth century had much chance of being published, unlessshe used her initials, or a man’s name. And why is it all men thinkeverything a woman writes is trivial or trashy-or just plain sillydrivel? Don’t men have romantic notions? Don’t men dream of findingthe perfect love? And it seems to me, that Raymond was far moremushy-minded than Lily!
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
Children are very wiseintuitively; they know who loves them most, and who only pretends.
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
Or was Chris thinking, as I was, that if we went tothe police and told our story, our faces would be splashed on the frontpages of every newspaper in the country? Would the glare of publicitymake 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
Fool! Never wait on a man! Let him wait on himself!
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
I don’t think she’s ever coming back.
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
We all have to love you, and believe inyou, 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
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
For when Iwaltzed with Chris, I’d made him someone else.
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
If a little hill of happiness would satisfy Chris, good for him. Butafter all these years of striving, hoping, dreaming, longing-I wanted amountain high! A hill wasn’t enough.
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
Love doesn’t always come when you want it to. Sometimes it just happens, despite your will.
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
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 inyou, 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
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
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
People make the rules of society, not God.
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
We’re going to change. We’re going to throw out what’s worse in usand keep what’s best. But come hell or high water, we three will sticktogether, all for one, one for all. We’re going to grow, Cathy, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Not only that, we’re going toreach the goals we’ve set for ourselves. I’ll be the best damneddoctor the world’s ever known and you will make Pavlova seem like anawkward country girl.
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
God, He didn’t write the scripts for the puny little players downhere.We wrote them ourselves-with each day we lived, each word we spoke, each thought we etched on our brains. And Momma had written herscript, too.And a sorry one it was.
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
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
Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk tome 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
What’s doneis done. Say good-bye to the past, and hello to the future And we’rewasting time, when already we’ve wasted enough. We’ve got everythingahead, waiting for us.”Just the right words to make me feel real, alive, free! Free enough toforget thoughts of revenge.
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
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