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Betty Smith

People always think that happiness is a faraway thing,” thought Francie, “something complicated and hard to get.
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Coffee Rain Something Strong
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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Believe Confession God Jesus Mass Once
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
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
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
“Beautiful legs, then, is the secret of being a mistriss,” concluded Francie. She looked down at her own long thin legs. “I’ll never make it, I guess.” Sighing , she resigned herself to a sinless life.
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Beautiful Herself Legs Looked Resigned
I want to live for something. I don’t want to live to get charity food to give me enough strength to go back to get more charity food.
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Charity Giving Strength Want
Oh, the last time how clearly you see everything; as though a magnifying light had been turned on it. And you grieve because you hadn’t held it tighter when you had it every day.
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Clearly Everything Tighter Turned
She was the bitter quarrels she had with her brother whom she loved dearly. She was Katie’s secret, despairing weeping. She was the shame of her father stumbling home drunk. She was all of these things and of something more…
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Bitter Dearly Despairing God Loved Quarries Stumbling Weeping
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
Let me be something every minute of every hour of my life…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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Dream Pieces Sleep
There are very few bad people. There are just a lot of people that are unlucky.
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Bad People Person Unlucky
If you love someone, you’d rather suffer the pain alone to spare them.
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Pain Someone Suffering
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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Alone Being Loneliness Understanding
Dear God,’ she prayed, ‘let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.’
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Beautiful Brooklyn Dear God
It was the last time she’d see the river from that window. The last time of anything has the poignancy of death itself. This that I see now, she thought, to see no more this way.
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Grieving Light Poignancy Rivers

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