Bill Mollison
BILL MOLLISONI’ll have a desk like this in my parlor and white walls and a clean green blotter every Saturday night and a row of shining yellow pencils always sharpened for writing and a golden-brown bowl with a flower or some leaves or berries always in it and books . . . books . . . books. . . .
More Betty Smith Quotes
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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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If you love someone, you’d rather suffer the pain alone to spare them.
BETTY SMITHIf you love someone, you’d rather suffer the pain alone to spare them.
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It takes a lot of doing to die.
BETTY SMITHIt takes a lot of doing to die.
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I can never give a ‘yes’ or a ‘no.’ I don’t believe everything in life can be settled by a monosyllable.
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You won’t die, Francie. You were born to lick this rotten life.
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There are very few bad people. There are just a lot of people that are unlucky.
BETTY SMITHThere are very few bad people. There are just a lot of people that are unlucky.
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Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.
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Some people do crossword puzzles. I do books.
BETTY SMITHSome people do crossword puzzles. I do books.
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She told Papa about it. He made her stick out her tongue and he felt her wrist. He shook his head sadly and said, “You have a bad case, a very bad case.” “Of what?” “Growing up.
BETTY SMITHShe told Papa about it. He made her stick out her tongue and he felt her wrist. He shook his head sadly and said, “You have a bad case, a very bad case.” “Of what?” “Growing up.
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From that moment on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again.
BETTY SMITHFrom that moment on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again.
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It’s a beautiful religion and I wish I understood it more. No, I don’t want to understand it all. It’s beautiful because it’s always a mystery.
BETTY SMITHIt’s a beautiful religion and I wish I understood it more. No, I don’t want to understand it all. It’s beautiful because it’s always a mystery.
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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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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.
BETTY SMITHThe 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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Bill O’Brien
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