Petals on the Wind (Dollanganger, #2)

by V.C. Andrews

I’m a fool. I expect too much, then I’m angry because nothing ever works out the way I want. When I was young and full of hopes and aspirations, I didn’t know I would get hurt so often. I think I’ll get tough and won’t ache again, then my fragile shell shatters, and again, symbolically, my blood is spilled with the tears I shed. I pull myself back together again, go on, convince myself there is a reason for everything, and at some point in my life it will be disclosed. And when I have what I want, I hope to God it stays long enough to let me know I have it, and it won’t hurt when it goes, for I don’t expect it to stay, not now.

How was it that little children, such young ones, would already be talking of sin and being slapped for only touching? Was it because it was too high here, too near God’s eyes? So that everyone lived under his spell, living afraid, acting righteous, while they committed every sin in the book?

A man needs something meaningful to do. How many times can anyone tour Europe before boredom sets in?

Too much money buys everything but health, so they have no dreams left to purchase, and no aspirations, so in the end they are only bored.”

You blame everything wrong with human beings on their evil souls, and ignore the truth. Money is the god who rules in this house! It’s money that’s always made the worst things happen!

What does it matter if it is only sex and not love? And tell me how to know where one ends and the other begins?”

I tell you now, before I go on to better place, the simple secret of living happy. All you need do is say good-bye to yesterday’s loves, and hello to the new. Look around and see who needs you most and you won’t go wrong. Forget who needed you yesterday.

When you can forgive and forget the past, peace and love will come again to you, and this time it will stay.