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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.

Betty Smith

Let me be something every minute of every hour of my life…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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Dream Pieces Sleep
Oh time…time, pass so that I forget! Oh time, Great Healer, pass over me and let me forget.
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Forget Let Passes 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
Forgiveness is a gift of high value. Yet its cost is nothing.
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Cost Forgiveness Inspirational
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
As she read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and a little bowl of candy, and all alone in the house, the leaf shadows shifted and the afternoon passed.
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Book Candy Girl House Shadow
I hate all those flirty-birty games that women make up. Life’s too short. If you ever find a man you love, don’t waste time hanging your head and simpering. Go right up to him and say, ‘I love you. How about getting married?
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Flirty Hate Love Make Women
If you love someone, you’d rather suffer the pain alone to spare them.
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Pain Someone Suffering
You won’t die, Francie. You were born to lick this rotten life.
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Born Dies Rotten
She was the bitter quarrels she had with her brother whom she loved dearly. She was Katie’s secret, despairing weeping. She was the shame of her father stumbling home drunk. She was all of these things and of something more…
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Bitter Dearly Despairing God Loved Quarries Stumbling Weeping
It takes a lot of doing to die.
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Dies Doing Take
Oh, I wish I was young again when everything seemed so wonderful!
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Wish Wonderful Young
…the reading, the observing, the living from day to day. It was something that had been born into her and her only – the something different from anyone else in the two families.
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Living Observing Reading Something Soul Two
Mother, I am young. Mother, I am just eighteen. I am strong. I will work hard, Mother. But I do not want this child to grow up just to work hard.
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Children Mother Strong
You took a walk on a Sunday afternoon and came to a nice neighborhood, very refined. You saw a small one of these trees through the iron gate leading to someone’s yard and you knew that soon that section of Brooklyn would get to be a tenement district.
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Air Neighborhood Nice Sunday Took
It’s come at last”, she thought, “the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache.
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Children Heartache Lasts Longer
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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Eye Long Years
People looking up at her–at her smooth pretty vivacious face–had no way of knowing about the painfully articulated resolves formulating in her mind.
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Knowing Mind People
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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Honorable Living Lost Sleep Something
Every day you must read one page from some good book to your child. Every day this must be until the child learns to read. Then she must read every day, I know this is the secret
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Day Every Good Know Read Secret Some
But the penciled sheets did not seem like nor smell like the library book so she had given it up, consoling herself with the vow that when she grew up, she would work hard, save money and buy every single book that she liked.
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Book Hard Smell Work
There are very few bad people. There are just a lot of people that are unlucky.
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Bad People Person Unlucky
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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Believing Start Starting Ugly World
Well, there’s a little bit of man in every woman and a little bit of woman in every man.
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Littles Men Wells
Everything, decided Francie after that first lecture, was vibrant with life and there was no death in chemistry. She was puzzled as to why learned people didn’t adopt chemistry as a religion.
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Firsts Lecture People
If there was only one tree like that in the world, you would think it was beautiful. But because there are so many, you just can’t see how beautiful it really is.
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Beautiful Thinking Tree
They learned no compassion from their own anguish. thus their suffering was wasted.
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Anguish Compassion Suffering

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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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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