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
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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And always, there was the magic of learning things.
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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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It’s come at last”, she thought, “the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache.
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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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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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Occasionally there is a moment in a person’s life when he takes a great stride forward in wisdom, humility, or disillusionment.
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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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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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As long as one can suffer, one is living….live and suffer until life is gone.
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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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I’ll not punish you for having an imagination.
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It doesn’t take long to write things of which you know nothing. When you write of actual things, it takes longer, because you have to live them first.
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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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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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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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