Who Could Ever Love You Quotes

“The seed of the knowledge had been planted: the worst way to be alone is to be alone in the presence of the one person who is supposed to love you most, protect you most, but who decides instead to turn her back on you and fall asleep. I sat up against the pillows, every muscle tensed with effort. I could not move, but there was no stillness. Next to me, she slept, her breathing shallow, steady, and rhythmic. It was the loneliest sound.”
― Mary L. Trump, Who Could Ever Love You: A Family Memoir

“I was capable of great joy and, more than anything, I moved easily through the world. But in the last year alone, in that little room with the piano and lace curtains, I’d also learned too much about betrayal and the harsh reality that nowhere is safe.”
― Mary L. Trump, Who Could Ever Love You: A Family Memoir

“I didn’t feel the same kind of dread I’d felt in 2016—not because I was more confident, but because we were living through so many contemporaneous tragedies that it was impossible to stay constantly attuned to the potential for even more catastrophe and still function.”
― Mary L. Trump, Who Could Ever Love You: A Family Memoir

“we were living through so many contemporaneous tragedies that it was impossible to stay constantly attuned to the potential for even more catastrophe and still function.”
― Mary L. Trump, Who Could Ever Love You: A Family Memoir

“There was no joy in the family my father grew up in besides the joy he himself possessed, which existed in abundance. He clung to it as long as he could, even as my grandfather took away his cars and his boats and his planes and then finally the only thing he had left—his sense of possibility.”
― Mary L. Trump, Who Could Ever Love You: A Family Memoir

“The Good in Us And as the gods are strange, and punish us for what is good and humane in us as much as for what is evil and perverse, I must accept the fact that one is punished for the good as well as for the evil that one does. —OSCAR WILDE, De Profundis”
― Mary L. Trump, Who Could Ever Love You: A Family Memoir

“My grandfather disinherited me (in his will he singled me out as “the issue of Frederick C. Trump, Jr.”). With a significant assist from Donald and Maryanne, he took my father away from me. Then Maryanne, Donald, and Robert stole the inheritance that would have come to me from my father—and they did it while they were my trustees (and my aunt and uncles). Yet it’s still not enough.”
― Mary L. Trump, Who Could Ever Love You: A Family Memoir

“In the end, it was camp—the place that had saved my life, the place where I had worked the hardest to make a case for myself—that finally answered the question my mother had been posing to me since the first time she put me in bed next to her to suffocate through the night: Did I matter? And the answer was no.”
― Mary L. Trump, Who Could Ever Love You: A Family Memoir

“My father’s tragedy was that ultimately, he believed every lie his father told about him. My tragedy was that I did, too.”
― Mary L. Trump, Who Could Ever Love You: A Family Memoir

“For Donald, Fred’s methodical dismantling of his older brother was a master class in how to identify and exploit other people’s weaknesses, and eventually break them down. Donald was still a teenager when he began his apprenticeship, acting as his father’s proxy to humiliate Freddy for daring to strike out on his own to fly 707s for TWA. Freddy had never considered Donald a rival—he was too young, too arrogant, too impulsive for that. But after a brief period of looking up to his older brother, Donald did consider Freddy a rival—until he no longer was.”
― Mary L. Trump, Who Could Ever Love You: A Family Memoir

“The trouble with Donald had started long before he entered school. At home, he tormented his little brother, Robert, a year and a half younger, and seemed to have nothing but disdain for everybody else, including, and perhaps especially, his mother. The kids in the neighborhood alternately despised and feared him; he had a reputation for being a thin-skinned bully who beat up on younger kids but ran home in a fit of rage as soon as somebody stood up to him. Nobody liked Donald when he was growing up, not even his parents. As he got older, those personality traits hardened, the hostile indifference and aggressive disrespect that he’d developed as a toddler to help him withstand the neglect he suffered at his parents’ hands—from his mother because she was seriously ill and psychologically unstable, and from his father because, as a sociopath, he had no interest in his children outside of Freddy, who, at least initially, was being groomed to take over his empire.”
― Mary L. Trump, Who Could Ever Love You: A Family Memoir