V.C. Andrews, Flowers In The Attic Quotes

Love doesn't always come when you want it to. Sometimes it just happens, despite your will.

People make the rules of society, not God.

I don't think she's ever coming back.

And thank you for saying all of that, and for loving me, for you haven't gone unloved, or unadmired, yourself.

I wish the night would end, I wish the day'd begin, I wish it would rain or snow, or the wind would blow, or the grass would grow, I wish I had yesterday, I wish there were games to play...

If a little hill of happiness would satisfy Chris, good for him. Butafter all these years of striving, hoping, dreaming, longing-I wanted amountain high! A hill wasn't enough.

For when Iwaltzed with Chris, I'd made him someone else.

I saw myself dancing alone, always alone,

The Bible said, as Chris quoted one memorable day, there was a time foreverything. I figured my time for happiness was just ahead, waitingfor me.

In the dark, the little live Christmas tree, two feet tall, sparkled with tiny coloured lights, like the tears I saw glistening in my brother's eyes.

We all have to love you, and believe inyou, and think you are looking out for our best interests. But look at us, Momma, and really see us.

And why is it all men thinkeverything a woman writes is trivial or trashy-or just plain sillydrivel? Don't men have romantic notions? Don't men dream of findingthe perfect love?

Then turn your eyes back on me, and tell me that Cathy and I are still children to be treated with condescension, and are incapable of understanding adult subjects.

Look at you, standing there in your iron- gray dress, feeling piousand self- righteous while you starve small children!

We haven't remained idle, twiddling our thumbs while you were off having a good time. Through books Cathy and I have lived a zillion lives . . . our vicarious way to feel alive.

Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk tome about money and what it can buy. But it can't buy back a child once he's dead!

Fool! Never wait on a man! Let him wait on himself!

Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.