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I never listen to what people tell me and I can’t read. The only way I know what is right and wrong is the way I feel about things. If I feel bad, it’s wrong. If I feel good, it’s right.

Betty Smith

I wrote about people who liked fake fireplaces in their parlor, who thought a brass horse with a clock embedded in its flank was wonderful.
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Fake Horse People Wonderful
She was surprised at how tiny it seemed now. She supposed the school was just as big as it had ever been only her eyes had grown used to looking at bigger things.
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Eyes School Tiny
And you must tell the child the legends I told you – as my mother told them to me and her mother to her. You must tell the fairy tales of the old country. You must tell of those not of the earth who live forever in the hearts of the people.
BETTY SMITH

Children Country Invisible Legends Mother Steel
Dear God,’ she prayed, ‘let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.’
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Beautiful Brooklyn Dear God
Oh time…time, pass so that I forget! Oh time, Great Healer, pass over me and let me forget.
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Forget Let Passes Time
Francie was ten years old when she first found an outlet in writing. What she wrote was of little consequence.
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Consequences Liars Writing Years
Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.
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Children Printed Reading Word
In the cold of a winter’s night you got up and put your blanket on their bed so they wouldn’t be cold. You’d kill anyone who tried to harm the.
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Blanket Cold Harm Night Winter
Prairie was lovely and Shenandoah had a beautiful sound but you couldn’t fit those words into Brooklyn. Serene was the only word for it especially on a Saturday afternoon in summer.
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Afternoon Beautiful Lovely Saturday Summer
Of course, I didn’t ask to be born Catholic, no more than I asked to be born American. But I’m glad it turned out that I’m both these things.
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Ask Catholic God Things Turned
And always, there was the magic of learning things.
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Always Learning Magic Things
If there was only one tree like that in the world, you would think it was beautiful. But because there are so many, you just can’t see how beautiful it really is.
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Beautiful Thinking Tree
The world was hers for the reading.
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Book Inspirational Reading
Yet, what little things can make it up; a place of shelter when it rains – a cup of strong hot coffee when you’re blue; for a man, a cigarette for contentment; a book to read when you’re alone – just to be with someone you love. Those things make happiness.
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Book Cigarette Contentment Little Read Strong Things
Look at everything as though you are seeing it for the first time.
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Firsts Looks Perspective
We’ll leave now, so that this moment will remain a perfect memory…let it be our song and think of me every time you hear it.
BETTY SMITH

Memories Song Thinking

I never listen to what people tell me and I can’t read. The only way I know what is right and wrong is the way I feel about things. If I feel bad, it’s wrong. If I feel good, it’s right.

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I never listen to what people tell me and I can’t read. The only way I know what is right and wrong is the way I feel about things. If I feel bad, it’s wrong. If I feel good, it’s right.

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