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But she needs me more than she needs him and I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.

Betty Smith

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
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.
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Children Country Invisible Legends Mother Steel
There are very few bad people. There are just a lot of people that are unlucky.
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Bad People Person Unlucky
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
Dear God,’ she prayed, ‘let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.’
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Beautiful Brooklyn Dear God
She was the bitter quarrels she had with her brother whom she loved dearly. She was Katie’s secret, despairing weeping. She was the shame of her father stumbling home drunk. She was all of these things and of something more…
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Bitter Dearly Despairing God Loved Quarries Stumbling Weeping
I know that’s what people say– you’ll get over it. I’d say it, too. But I know it’s not true. Oh, youll be happy again, never fear. But you won’t forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him.
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Fall Happiness Love
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.
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Beautiful Feet Long
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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Dark Sun Water
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
You won’t die, Francie. You were born to lick this rotten life.
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Born Dies Rotten
But she needs me more than she needs him and I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.
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Needed Needs Parenting
…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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Living Observing Reading Something Soul Two
Oh time…time, pass so that I forget! Oh time, Great Healer, pass over me and let me forget.
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Forget Let Passes Time
A child forgets a time of hunger but never forgets the aching want of other things.
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Children Want Forget never
People always think that happiness is a faraway thing,” thought Francie, “something complicated and hard to get.
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Coffee Rain Something Strong

But she needs me more than she needs him and I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.

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