Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1)

by V.C. Andrews

You can’t live without money. It’s not love that makes the world go ’round—it’s money.

Love . . . I put so much faith in it. Truth . . . I kept believing it falls always from the lips of the one you love and trust the most. Faith . . . it’s all bound up to love and trust. Where does one end and the other start, and how do you tell when love is the blindest of all?

If you don’t set your goals firmly in mind, and strive always to reach them, then you never do.

Asleep you don’t feel pain or hunger, or loneliness, or bitterness. In sleep you can drown in false euphoria, and when you awaken, you just don’t care about anything.

Sometimes I hate everybody—most of all myself! Sometimes I wish I were dead, because I think we would all be better off dead than buried alive up here! Just like rotting, walking, talking vegetables!”

Why? That was the biggest question in our lives.

God would not deliver us, we would deliver ourselves.