And somewhere in that crimson-colored never-never land where i pirouetted madly, in a wild and crazy effort to exhaust myself into insensibility, i saw that man, shadowy and distant, half-hidden behind towering white columns that rose clear up to a purple sky. In a passionate pas de deux he danced with me, forever apart, no matter how hard i sought to draw nearer and leap into his arms, where i could feel them protective about me, supporting me ... and with him i'd find, at last, a safe place to live and love.
Virginia C. AndrewsOnly someone who had cried a great deal understands why someone else wants to stop the tears.
Virginia C. Andrewslove, is an unnatural attachment to another living thing. it's the root cause of most personal problems people have.
Virginia C. Andrews