Francie looked at her legs. They were long, slender, and exquisitely molded. She wore the sheerest of flawless silk stockings, and expensively made high-heeled pumps shod her beautifully arched feet.
BETTY SMITHI 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.
More Betty Smith Quotes
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Serene was a word you could put to Brooklyn New York. Especially in the summer of 1912. Somber as a word was better. But it did not apply to Williamsburg Brooklyn.
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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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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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Books became her friends, and there was one for every mood.
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You won’t die, Francie. You were born to lick this rotten life.
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Occasionally there is a moment in a person’s life when he takes a great stride forward in wisdom, humility, or disillusionment.
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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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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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Well’ Francie decided, ‘I guess the thing that is giving me this headache is life – and nothing else but’.
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Look at everything as though you are seeing it for the first time.
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She went out and took a last long look at the shabby little library. She knew she would never see it again.
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But this tree in the yard-this tree that men chopped down…this tree that they built a bonfire around, trying to burn up it’s stump-this tree lived! It lived! And nothing could destroy it.
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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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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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