All of us are what we have to be and everyone lives the kind of life its in him to live.
BETTY SMITHLook 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.
More Betty Smith Quotes
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Dear God,’ she prayed, ‘let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.’
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“I wouldn’t want that to get around, Annie.” “You don’t mean that, Carl.” “Ah, we might as well call them beanies, Annie.” “Why?” “When in Rome do as the Romans do.” “Do they call them beanies in Rome?” she asked artlessly. “This is the silliest conversation.
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Forgiveness is a gift of high value. Yet its cost is nothing.
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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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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
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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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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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The world was hers for the reading.
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Is it not so that a son what is bad to his mother is bad to his wife?
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They learned no compassion from their own anguish. thus their suffering was wasted.
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Francie was ten years old when she first found an outlet in writing. What she wrote was of little consequence.
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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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Yes, when I get big and have my own home, no plush chairs and lace curtains for me. And no rubber plants.
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I tried my best to kill that man in the hallway. Then one sunny day, they walk out in all innocence and they walk right into the grief that you’d give your life to spare them from.
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Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.
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