“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 

“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

“Asleep you don’t feel pain or hunger, or loneliness, or bitterness. In sleep you can drown in a false euphoria, and when you awaken, you just don’t care about anything.”

—Flowers in the Attic by Virginia Andrews

Flowers in the Attic by V.C. Andrews

Children who are the product of incest become incestuous while their grandmother keeps them locked up and hidden in the attic. One dies because of arsenic doughnuts. The others escape but are still incestuous so it’s not really a happy ending.

“No," she said with a queer expression, "there are some mothers you just can't love, for they don't want you to love them.”

—Flowers in the Attic ; V.C. Andrews

"No sirve de nada estar sola cuando te sientes abandonada"

Flores en el Ático, V.C. Andrews.

Más aquí.

“Life is like that - twenty minutes of misery for every two seconds of joy.”

—V.C. Andrews, If There Be Thorns

“I think of us more as flowers in the attic. Paper flowers. Born so brightly colored, and fading duller through all those long grim, dreary, nightmarish days when we were held prisoner of hope and held captive by greed.”

—Flowers in the Attic by V.C. Andrews (via valiancy)

“You trap yourself sometimes, by thinking desire and need is love. Love is something far more precious, but something far more fragile. As fragile as one of our tiniest, most intricate, most delicately crafted toys. Hold on to it too tightly, and it will crumble on your fingers, but hold on to it loosely, and the wind might blow it away and shatter it on the cold ground. Listen to the voice comes from your heart, but be absolutely sure the voice comes from your heart.”

—V.C. Andrews

“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
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