Let me be hungry…have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere – be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar.
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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“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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How much do they be paying you?” he asked mellowly. “The usual salary. A little more than they think I’m worth and a little less than I think I’m worth.
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There had to be dark and muddy waters so that the sun could have something to background it’s flashing glory.
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Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. 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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And always, there was the magic of learning things.
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Some people do crossword puzzles. I do books.
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She was made up of more, too. She was the books she read in the library. She was the flower in the brown bowl. Part of her life was made from the tree growing rankly in the yard.
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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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Forgiveness is a gift of high value. Yet its cost is nothing.
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She went out and took a last long look at the shabby little library. She knew she would never see it again.
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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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The world was hers for the reading.
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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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A child forgets a time of hunger but never forgets the aching want of other things.
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Dear God,’ she prayed, ‘let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.’
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