The world was hers for the reading.
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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As long as one can suffer, one is living….live and suffer until life is gone.
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And always, there was the magic of learning things.
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Dear God,” she prayed, “let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm.
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Suffering is also good, it makes a person rich in charachter.
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Brooklyn was a dream. All the things that happened there just couldn’t happen. It was all dream stuff. Or was it all real and true and was it that she, Francie, was the dreamer?
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From that moment on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again.
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Forgiveness is a gift of high value. Yet its cost is nothing.
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Sometimes I think it’s better to suffer bitter unhappiness and to fight and to scream out, and even to suffer that terrible pain, than to just be… safe. At least she knows she’s living.
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The neighborhood stores are an important part of a city child’s life.
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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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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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And that’s where the whole trouble is. We’re too much alike to understand each other because we don’t even understand our own selves.
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No. I don’t want to need anybody. I want someone to need me … I want someone to need me.
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She liked the combined smell of worn leather bindings, library past and freshly inked stamping pads better than she liked the smell of burning incense at high mass.
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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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