If you love someone, you’d rather suffer the pain alone to spare them.
BETTY SMITHThe library was a little old shaby place. Francie thought it was beautiful. The feeling she had about it was as good as the feeling she had about church. She pushed open the door and went in.
More Betty Smith Quotes
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They learned no compassion from their own anguish. thus their suffering was wasted.
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Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.
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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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The world was hers for the reading.
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Oh, I wish I was young again when everything seemed so wonderful!
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I need someone. I need to hold somebody close. And I need more than this holding. I need someone to understand how I feel at a time like now. And the understanding must be part of the holding.
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There had to be dark and muddy waters so that the sun could have something to background it’s flashing glory.
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Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.
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Sometimes I say I don’t believe in God and Jesus and Mary. I’m a bad Catholic because I miss mass once in a while and I grumble when, at confession,
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I tried my best to kill that man in the hallway. Then one sunny day, they walk out in all innocence and they walk right into the grief that you’d give your life to spare them from.
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People looking up at her–at her smooth pretty vivacious face–had no way of knowing about the painfully articulated resolves formulating in her mind.
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Is it not so that a son what is bad to his mother is bad to his wife?
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Oh time…time, pass so that I forget! Oh time, Great Healer, pass over me and let me forget.
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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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No. I don’t want to need anybody. I want someone to need me … I want someone to need me.
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