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…the reading, the observing, the living from day to day. It was something that had been born into her and her only – the something different from anyone else in the two families.

Betty Smith

What was important was that the attempt to write stories kept her straight on the dividing line between truth and fiction. If she had not found this outlet in writing, she might have grown up to be a tremendous liar.
BETTY SMITH

Between Grown Kept Stories Writing
It doesn’t take long to write things of which you know nothing. When you write of actual things, it takes longer, because you have to live them first.
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Firsts Long Nothing Writing
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.
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Memories Song Thinking
I came to a clear conclusion, and it is a universal one: To live, to struggle, to be in love with life–in love with all life holds, joyful or sorrowful–is fulfillment. The fullness of life is open to all of us.
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Fullness Life Love Struggle
Brooklyn was a dream. All the things that happened there just couldn’t happen. It was all dream stuff. Or was it all real and true and was it that she, Francie, was the dreamer?
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Brooklyn Dream Happen Real
It was what God or whatever is His equivalent puts into each soul that is given life – the one different thing such as that which makes no two fingerprints on the face of the earth alike.
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Different Fingerprints God One Puts Things
It’s a beautiful religion and I wish I understood it more. No, I don’t want to understand it all. It’s beautiful because it’s always a mystery.
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Beautiful Believe Jesus More Mystery
She had had the pain; it had been like being boiled alive in scalding oil and not being able to die to get free of it
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Alive Oil Pain Scalding
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
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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Grief Halfway Innocence Space Walk
If you love someone, you’d rather suffer the pain alone to spare them.
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Pain Someone Suffering
Eyes changed after they looked at new things. If in the years to be she were to come back, her new eyes might make everything seem different from the way she saw it now. The way it was now was the way she wanted to remember it.
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Everything Eyes might Saw Something
From that moment on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again.
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Lonely Reading World
Look at everything as though you are seeing it for the first time.
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Firsts Looks Perspective
They learned no compassion from their own anguish. thus their suffering was wasted.
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Anguish Compassion Suffering
I can never give a ‘yes’ or a ‘no.’ I don’t believe everything in life can be settled by a monosyllable.
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Believe Giving Monosyillable Settled

…the reading, the observing, the living from day to day. It was something that had been born into her and her only – the something different from anyone else in the two families.

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…the reading, the observing, the living from day to day. It was something that had been born into her and her only – the something different from anyone else in the two families.

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