Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1)

by V.C. Andrews

With everything you gained, you had to lose something—so I might as well get used to it, and make the best of it.

I fell on a bed and gave up the struggle to keep my thoughts from roaming up and down endless alleys of dark suspicious fears, and tormenting nagging doubts,

When you grow up, and have a million adult things to do, you forget how long a day can be for a child.

always thought when you were an adult you knew how to handle any situation. You were never in doubt as to what is wrong, and what is right. I never guessed adults floundered around, too, just like us.”

God blessed me with mean thoughts to take the joy from everything.

God and heaven were down there on the ground, in the gardens, in the forests, in the parks, on the seashores, on the lakes, and riding the highways, going somewhere!

And I didn’t know if I should speak, or stay silent. At least when you were silent, you didn’t make any new enemies.

The secret of love was in the eyes, the way one person looked at another, the way eyes communicated and spoke when the lips never moved.

There is no hate such as that born out of love betrayed—and