There is no hate such as that born out of love betrayed- and my brain screamed out for revenge.
Virginia C. AndrewsWhat is normal? Normal is only ordinary; mediocre. Life belongs to the rare, exceptional individual who dares to be different.
Virginia C. AndrewsPatience. I colored patience gray, hung over with black clouds. I colored hope yellow, just like the sun we could see for a few short morning hours. Too soon the sun rose high in the sky & disappeared from view, leaving us bereft and staring at blue.
Virginia C. AndrewsPerhaps lovers aren't supposed to look down at the ground. That kind of story is told in symbols-and earth represents reality, and reality represents frustrations, chance illnesses, death, murder, and all kinds of other tragedies. Lovers are meant to look up at the sky, for up there no beautiful illusions can be trampled upon.
Virginia C. Andrews