It was the last time she’d see the river from that window. The last time of anything has the poignancy of death itself. This that I see now, she thought, to see no more this way.
BETTY SMITHYes, when I get big and have my own home, no plush chairs and lace curtains for me. And no rubber plants.
More Betty Smith Quotes
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The difference between rich and poor”, said Francie, “is that the poor do everything with thier own hands and the rich hire hands to do things.
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Books became her friends, and there was one for every mood.
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I’ll not punish you for having an imagination.
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We’ll leave now, so that this moment will remain a perfect memory…let it be our song and think of me every time you hear it.
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Because the child must have a valuable thing which is called imagination. The child must have a secret world in which live things that never were. It is necessary that she believe.
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There are very few bad people. There are just a lot of people that are unlucky.
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The neighborhood stores are an important part of a city child’s life.
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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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And that’s where the whole trouble is. We’re too much alike to understand each other because we don’t even understand our own selves.
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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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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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I came to a clear conclusion, and it is a universal one: To live, to struggle, to be in love with life–in love with all life holds, joyful or sorrowful–is fulfillment. The fullness of life is open to all of us.
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As long as one can suffer, one is living….live and suffer until life is gone.
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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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From that moment on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again.
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