She told Papa about it. He made her stick out her tongue and he felt her wrist. He shook his head sadly and said, “You have a bad case, a very bad case.” “Of what?” “Growing up.
BETTY SMITHSuffering is also good, it makes a person rich in charachter.
More Betty Smith Quotes
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Well, there’s a little bit of man in every woman and a little bit of woman in every man.
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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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Mother, I am young. Mother, I am just eighteen. I am strong. I will work hard, Mother. But I do not want this child to grow up just to work hard.
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She had had the pain; it had been like being boiled alive in scalding oil and not being able to die to get free of it
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…the reading, the observing, the living from day to day. It was something that had been born into her and her only – the something different from anyone else in the two families.
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As long as one can suffer, one is living….live and suffer until life is gone.
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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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The neighborhood stores are an important part of a city child’s life.
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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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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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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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What was important was that the attempt to write stories kept her straight on the dividing line between truth and fiction. If she had not found this outlet in writing, she might have grown up to be a tremendous liar.
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I want to live for something. I don’t want to live to get charity food to give me enough strength to go back to get more charity food.
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Yes, when I get big and have my own home, no plush chairs and lace curtains for me. And no rubber plants.
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It’s come at last”, she thought, “the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache.
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