Having risen above his environment, he can forget it; or, he can rise above it and never forget it and keep compassion and understanding in his heart for those he has left behind him in the cruel upclimb.
BETTY SMITHHaving risen above his environment, he can forget it; or, he can rise above it and never forget it and keep compassion and understanding in his heart for those he has left behind him in the cruel upclimb.
More Betty Smith Quotes
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She was made up of more, too. She was the books she read in the library. She was the flower in the brown bowl. Part of her life was made from the tree growing rankly in the yard.
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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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Some people do crossword puzzles. I do books.
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Dear God,’ she prayed, ‘let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.’
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A child forgets a time of hunger but never forgets the aching want of other things.
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How much do they be paying you?” he asked mellowly. “The usual salary. A little more than they think I’m worth and a little less than I think I’m worth.
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Every day you must read one page from some good book to your child. Every day this must be until the child learns to read. Then she must read every day, I know this is the secret
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Books became her friends, and there was one for every mood.
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From that moment on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again.
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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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All of us are what we have to be and everyone lives the kind of life its in him to live.
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In teaching your child, do not forget that suffering is good too. It makes a person rich in character.
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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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She had heard Papa sing so many songs about the heart; the heart that was breaking – was aching – was dancing -was heavy laden – that leaped for joy – that was heavy in sorrow – that turned over – that stood still. She really believed the heart actually did those things.
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Let me be hungry…have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere – be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar.
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