21 Quotes & Sayings By Vanessa Diffenbaugh

Vanessa Diffenbaugh is an author of contemporary romance novels. Her book The Mistake Series are now available on Amazon. She has been featured in the Huffington Post, USA Today, Self, Bustle, and other publications.

This time, there was no escape, I could not turn...
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This time, there was no escape, I could not turn away, could not leave without accepting what I had done. There was only one way to the other side, and that was through the pain. Vanessa Diffenbaugh
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There was only one way to the other side, and that was through the pain. Vanessa Diffenbaugh
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The open forgiveness in her eyes, the uncensored love, terrified me. Vanessa Diffenbaugh
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Nothing you could do would make me send you away. Nothing. Vanessa Diffenbaugh
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Hyacinth. Please forgive me. Vanessa Diffenbaugh
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Anyone can grow into something beautiful. Vanessa Diffenbaugh
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I’m talking about the language of flowers. It’s from the Victorian era, like your name. If a man gave a young lady a bouquet of flowers, she would race home and try to decode it like a secret message. Red roses mean love; yellow roses infidelity. So a man would have to choose his flowers carefully. Vanessa Diffenbaugh
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I believe you can prove everyone wrong, too, Victoria. Your behavior is a choice; it isn't who you are. Vanessa Diffenbaugh
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She was perfect. I knew this the moment she emerged from my body, white and wet and wailing. Beyond the requisite ten fingers and ten toes, the beating heart, the lungs inhaling and exhaling oxygen, my daughter knew how to scream. She knew how to make herself heard. She knew how to reach out and latch on. She knew what she needed to do to survive. I didn’t know how it was possible that such perfection could have developed within a body as flawed as my own, but when I looked into her face, I saw that it clearly was. . Vanessa Diffenbaugh
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Her eyes were open, taking in my tired face... Her face twitched into what looked like a squinty smile, and in her wordless expression I saw gratitude, and relief, and trust. I wanted, desperately, not to disappoint her. Vanessa Diffenbaugh
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Over time, we would learn each other, and I would learn to love her like a mother loves a daughter, imperfectly and without roots. Vanessa Diffenbaugh
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I would keep her, and raise her, and love her, even if she had to teach me how to do it. Vanessa Diffenbaugh
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For eight years I dreamed of fire. Trees ignited as I passed them; oceansburned. The sugary smoke settled in my hair as I slept, the scent like a cloud left on my pillow as I rose. Even so, the moment my mattress started to burn, I bolted awake. The sharp, chemical smell was nothing like the hazy syrup of my dreams; the two were as different as Carolina and Indian jasmine, separation and attachment. They could not be confused. Standing in the middle of the room, I located the source of the fire. A neat row of wooden matches lined the foot of the bed. They ignited, one after the next, a glowing picket fence across the piped edging. Watching them light, I felt a terror unequal to the size of the flickering flames, and for a paralyzing moment I was ten years old again, desperate and hopeful in a way I had never been before and never would be again. But the bare synthetic mattress did not ignite like the thistle had in late October. It smoldered, and then the fire went out. It was my eighteenth birthday. . Vanessa Diffenbaugh
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Now, as an adult, my hopes for the future were simple: I wanted to be alone, and to be surrounded by flowers. It seemed, finally, that I might get exactly what I wanted. Vanessa Diffenbaugh
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We are more and more into technology. Everything is texting, and everything is instant. Flowers are completely impractical as a method of communication when you could just send a text. Vanessa Diffenbaugh
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We all make mistakes, and we all need second chances. For youth in foster care, these mistakes are often purposeful - if not consciously so; a way to test the strength of a bond and establish trust in a new parent. Vanessa Diffenbaugh
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Though politics is by nature divisive, surely we all can agree that foster children need stability, safety, education, opportunity - and love. Vanessa Diffenbaugh
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There's still something so pure and heartfelt and emotional and genuine about a bouquet of flowers that, even with all the advances of technology and the millions of ways we have to communicate with each other, flowers are still relevant in my opinion. Vanessa Diffenbaugh
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I've always loved the language of flowers. I discovered Kate Greenaway's 'Language of Flowers' in a used bookstore when I was 16 and couldn't believe it was such a well-kept secret. How could something so beautiful and romantic be virtually unknown? Vanessa Diffenbaugh
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The Victorian language of flowers began with the publication of 'Le Language des Fleurs, ' written by Charlotte de Latour and printed in Paris in 1819. To create the book - which was a list of flowers and their meanings - de Latour gathered references to flower symbolism throughout poetry, ancient mythology, and even medicine. Vanessa Diffenbaugh