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I get a heavy penance for something I couldn’t help doing. But good or bad, I am a Catholic and I’ll never be anything else.

Betty Smith

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.
BETTY SMITH

Grieving Light Poignancy Rivers
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.
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Different Read Secret Start Writing
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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Dancing Heart Song
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.
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Book Hard Smell Work
New York! I’ve always wanted to see it and now I’ve see it. It’s true what they say– it’s the most wonderful city in the world.
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Cities Country World
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood.
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Book Lonely Reading
Prairie was lovely and Shenandoah had a beautiful sound but you couldn’t fit those words into Brooklyn. Serene was the only word for it especially on a Saturday afternoon in summer.
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Afternoon Beautiful Lovely Saturday Summer
If you love someone, you’d rather suffer the pain alone to spare them.
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Pain Someone Suffering
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
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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Inspirational Thanksgiving Time
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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Eye Long Years
As long as one can suffer, one is living….live and suffer until life is gone.
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Gone Long Suffering
Dear God,” she prayed, “let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm.
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Dream Liars Minute Prayer Sad Something
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
A child forgets a time of hunger but never forgets the aching want of other things.
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Children Want Forget never
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

I get a heavy penance for something I couldn’t help doing. But good or bad, I am a Catholic and I’ll never be anything else.

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I get a heavy penance for something I couldn’t help doing. But good or bad, I am a Catholic and I’ll never be anything else.

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