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 SMITHA child forgets a time of hunger but never forgets the aching want of other things.
More Betty Smith Quotes
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A child forgets a time of hunger but never forgets the aching want of other things.
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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 know that’s what people say– you’ll get over it. I’d say it, too. But I know it’s not true. Oh, youll be happy again, never fear. But you won’t forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him.
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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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She was surprised at how tiny it seemed now. She supposed the school was just as big as it had ever been only her eyes had grown used to looking at bigger things.
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Look 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.
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I’ll not punish you for having an imagination.
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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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As long as one can suffer, one is living….live and suffer until life is gone.
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All of us are what we have to be and everyone lives the kind of life its in him to live.
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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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Having risen above his environment, he can forget it; or, he can rise above it and never forget it and keep compassion and understanding in his heart for those he has left behind him in the cruel upclimb.
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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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Serene was a word you could put to Brooklyn New York. Especially in the summer of 1912. Somber as a word was better. But it did not apply to Williamsburg Brooklyn.
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A lie was something you told because you were mean or a coward. A story was something you made up out of something that might have happened. Only you didn’t tell it like it was, you told it like you thought it should have been.
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