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.
Virginia C. AndrewsAfter it's all over, the early childhood, a chain of birthdays woven with candlelight, piles of presents, voices of relatives singing and praising your promise and future, after the years of schooling, fitting yourself into different size desks, memorizing, reciting, reporting, and performing for jury after jury of teachers, counselors, and administrators, you still feel inadequate, alone, vulnerable, and naked in a world that can be unforgiving and terribly demanding.
Virginia C. AndrewsLove โฆ I put so much faith in it. Truth โฆ I kept believing it falls always from the lips of the one you love and trust the most. Faith โฆ itโs 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?
Virginia C. Andrews