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She must start out believing in things not of this world. Then when the world becomes too ugly for living in, the child can reach back and live in her imagination.

Betty Smith

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.
BETTY SMITH

Much Self Too Trouble
It’s come at last,” she thought, “the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache. When there wasn’t enough food in the house you pretended that you weren’t hungry so they could have more.
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Children Grief Winter
Prairie was lovely and Shenandoah had a beautiful sound but you couldn’t fit those words into Brooklyn. Serene was the only word for it especially on a Saturday afternoon in summer.
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Afternoon Beautiful Lovely Saturday Summer
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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Fighting Pain Thinking
Of course, I didn’t ask to be born Catholic, no more than I asked to be born American. But I’m glad it turned out that I’m both these things.
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Ask Catholic God Things Turned
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
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
“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
Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.
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Inspirational Thanksgiving Time
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
Well’ Francie decided, ‘I guess the thing that is giving me this headache is life – and nothing else but’.
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Giving Headache Wells
In the cold of a winter’s night you got up and put your blanket on their bed so they wouldn’t be cold. You’d kill anyone who tried to harm the.
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Blanket Cold Harm Night Winter
What was important was that the attempt to write stories kept her straight on the dividing line between truth and fiction. If she had not found this outlet in writing, she might have grown up to be a tremendous liar.
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Between Grown Kept Stories Writing
Francie was ten years old when she first found an outlet in writing. What she wrote was of little consequence.
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Consequences Liars Writing Years
Look at everything as though you are seeing it for the first time.
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Firsts Looks Perspective
Bad quarrels come when two people are wrong. Worse quarrels come when two people are right.
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People Quarrels Two

She must start out believing in things not of this world. Then when the world becomes too ugly for living in, the child can reach back and live in her imagination.

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