Oh time…time, pass so that I forget! Oh time, Great Healer, pass over me and let me forget.
BETTY SMITHSometimes 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,
More Betty Smith Quotes
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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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It takes a lot of doing to die.
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A child forgets a time of hunger but never forgets the aching want of other things.
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I’ll not punish you for having an imagination.
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Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. 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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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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There are very few bad people. There are just a lot of people that are unlucky.
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The difference between rich and poor”, said Francie, “is that the poor do everything with thier own hands and the rich hire hands to do things.
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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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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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Did you ever see so many pee-wee hats, Carl?” “They’re beanies.” “They call them pee-wees in Brooklyn.” “But I’m not in Brooklyn.” “But you’re still a Brooklynite.”
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Oh, I wish I was young again when everything seemed so wonderful!
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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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How much do they be paying you?” he asked mellowly. “The usual salary. A little more than they think I’m worth and a little less than I think I’m worth.
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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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