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As long as one can suffer, one is living….live and suffer until life is gone.

Betty Smith

She liked the combined smell of worn leather bindings, library past and freshly inked stamping pads better than she liked the smell of burning incense at high mass.
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Combined Fleshly Leather Mass Stamping
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
The 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.
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Beautiful Doors Library Past Place
Some people do crossword puzzles. I do books.
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Book Crosswords People
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
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
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
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
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.
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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
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
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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Liar Ragged Sincere Truthful
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
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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Knowing Mind People
As she read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and a little bowl of candy, and all alone in the house, the leaf shadows shifted and the afternoon passed.
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Book Candy Girl House Shadow
“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

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