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All of us are what we have to be and everyone lives the kind of life its in him to live.

Betty Smith

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
Because the child must have a valuable thing which is called imagination. The child must have a secret world in which live things that never were. It is necessary that she believe.
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Believe Children Imagination
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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Children Mother Strong
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
They learned no compassion from their own anguish. thus their suffering was wasted.
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Anguish Compassion Suffering
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.
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Air Neighborhood Nice Sunday Took
Is it not so that a son what is bad to his mother is bad to his wife?
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Mother Son Wife
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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Beautiful Country Summer
A child forgets a time of hunger but never forgets the aching want of other things.
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Children Want Forget never
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
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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Alive Oil Pain Scalding
“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
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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Alone Being Loneliness Understanding
It was what God or whatever is His equivalent puts into each soul that is given life – the one different thing such as that which makes no two fingerprints on the face of the earth alike.
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Different Fingerprints God One Puts Things
Oh, I wish I was young again when everything seemed so wonderful!
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Wish Wonderful Young
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.
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Grow Up Papa Tongue

All of us are what we have to be and everyone lives the kind of life its in him to live.

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