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  • Betty Smith Quote - Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.
  • Betty Smith Quote - Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.
  • Betty Smith Quote - Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.
  • Betty Smith Quote - Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.
  • Betty Smith Quote - Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.
  • Betty Smith Quote - Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.
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Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.

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  • Share on Facebook Tweet this! Share on LinkedIn Share on Whatsapp Share on Telegram Betty Smith Quote - 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. Download This Image

    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.

    BETTY SMITH
  • Share on Facebook Tweet this! Share on LinkedIn Share on Whatsapp Share on Telegram Betty Smith Quote - What must I do, mother, what must I do to make a different world for her? How do I start?” “The secret lies in the reading and the writing. You are able to read.

    What must I do, mother, what must I do to make a different world for her? How do I start?” “The secret lies in the reading and the writing. You are able to read.

    BETTY SMITH
  • Share on Facebook Tweet this! Share on LinkedIn Share on Whatsapp Share on Telegram Betty Smith Quote - “I wouldn’t want that to get around, Annie.” “You don’t mean that, Carl.” “Ah, we might as well call them beanies, Annie.” “Why?” “When in Rome do as the Romans do.” “Do they call them beanies in Rome?” she asked artlessly. “This is the silliest conversation.

    “I wouldn’t want that to get around, Annie.” “You don’t mean that, Carl.” “Ah, we might as well call them beanies, Annie.” “Why?” “When in Rome do as the Romans do.” “Do they call them beanies in Rome?” she asked artlessly. “This is the silliest conversation.

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  • Share on Facebook Tweet this! Share on LinkedIn Share on Whatsapp Share on Telegram Betty Smith Quote - And that’s where the whole trouble is. We’re too much alike to understand each other because we don’t even understand our own selves.

    And that’s where the whole trouble is. We’re too much alike to understand each other because we don’t even understand our own selves.

    BETTY SMITH
  • Share on Facebook Tweet this! Share on LinkedIn Share on Whatsapp Share on Telegram Betty Smith Quote - 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.

    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.

    BETTY SMITH
  • Share on Facebook Tweet this! Share on LinkedIn Share on Whatsapp Share on Telegram Betty Smith Quote - But the penciled sheets did not seem like nor smell like the library book so she had given it up, consoling herself with the vow that when she grew up, she would work hard, save money and buy every single book that she liked.

    But the penciled sheets did not seem like nor smell like the library book so she had given it up, consoling herself with the vow that when she grew up, she would work hard, save money and buy every single book that she liked.

    BETTY SMITH
  • Share on Facebook Tweet this! Share on LinkedIn Share on Whatsapp Share on Telegram Betty Smith Quote - 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.

    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.

    BETTY SMITH
  • Share on Facebook Tweet this! Share on LinkedIn Share on Whatsapp Share on Telegram Betty Smith Quote - In teaching your child, do not forget that suffering is good too. It makes a person rich in character. Download This Image

    In teaching your child, do not forget that suffering is good too. It makes a person rich in character.

    BETTY SMITH
  • Share on Facebook Tweet this! Share on LinkedIn Share on Whatsapp Share on Telegram Betty Smith Quote - Bad quarrels come when two people are wrong. Worse quarrels come when two people are right.

    Bad quarrels come when two people are wrong. Worse quarrels come when two people are right.

    BETTY SMITH
  • Share on Facebook Tweet this! Share on LinkedIn Share on Whatsapp Share on Telegram Betty Smith Quote - You took a walk on a Sunday afternoon and came to a nice neighborhood, very refined. You saw a small one of these trees through the iron gate leading to someone’s yard and you knew that soon that section of Brooklyn would get to be a tenement district.

    You took a walk on a Sunday afternoon and came to a nice neighborhood, very refined. You saw a small one of these trees through the iron gate leading to someone’s yard and you knew that soon that section of Brooklyn would get to be a tenement district.

    BETTY SMITH
  • Share on Facebook Tweet this! Share on LinkedIn Share on Whatsapp Share on Telegram Betty Smith Quote - 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.

    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.

    BETTY SMITH
  • Share on Facebook Tweet this! Share on LinkedIn Share on Whatsapp Share on Telegram Betty Smith Quote - 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,

    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,

    BETTY SMITH
  • Share on Facebook Tweet this! Share on LinkedIn Share on Whatsapp Share on Telegram Betty Smith Quote - Some people do crossword puzzles. I do books.

    Some people do crossword puzzles. I do books.

    BETTY SMITH
  • Share on Facebook Tweet this! Share on LinkedIn Share on Whatsapp Share on Telegram Betty Smith Quote - Look at everything as though you are seeing it for the first time.

    Look at everything as though you are seeing it for the first time.

    BETTY SMITH
  • Share on Facebook Tweet this! Share on LinkedIn Share on Whatsapp Share on Telegram Betty Smith Quote - 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. Download This Image

    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 SMITH
  • Share on Facebook Tweet this! Share on LinkedIn Share on Whatsapp Share on Telegram Betty Smith Quote - 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.

    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.

    BETTY SMITH