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
BETTY SMITHWhat 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.
More Betty Smith Quotes
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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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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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The neighborhood stores are an important part of a city child’s life.
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It takes a lot of doing to die.
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I never listen to what people tell me and I can’t read. The only way I know what is right and wrong is the way I feel about things. If I feel bad, it’s wrong. If I feel good, it’s right.
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Books became her friends, and there was one for every mood.
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Yet, what little things can make it up; a place of shelter when it rains – a cup of strong hot coffee when you’re blue; for a man, a cigarette for contentment; a book to read when you’re alone – just to be with someone you love. Those things make happiness.
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Occasionally there is a moment in a person’s life when he takes a great stride forward in wisdom, humility, or disillusionment.
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She had heard Papa sing so many songs about the heart; the heart that was breaking – was aching – was dancing -was heavy laden – that leaped for joy – that was heavy in sorrow – that turned over – that stood still. She really believed the heart actually did those things.
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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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And you must tell the child the legends I told you – as my mother told them to me and her mother to her. You must tell the fairy tales of the old country. You must tell of those not of the earth who live forever in the hearts of the people.
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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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Oh time…time, pass so that I forget! Oh time, Great Healer, pass over me and let me forget.
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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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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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