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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.

Betty Smith

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.
BETTY SMITH

Much Self Too Trouble
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
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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Alive Oil Pain Scalding
I get a heavy penance for something I couldn’t help doing. But good or bad, I am a Catholic and I’ll never be anything else.
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Anything Else Penance Something
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
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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Lie Lying Mean Something Story
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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Kind Live Life
They learned no compassion from their own anguish. thus their suffering was wasted.
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Anguish Compassion Suffering
Forgiveness is a gift of high value. Yet its cost is nothing.
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Cost Forgiveness Inspirational
Sometimes I think it’s better to suffer bitter unhappiness and to fight and to scream out, and even to suffer that terrible pain, than to just be… safe. At least she knows she’s living.
BETTY SMITH

Fighting Pain Thinking
What must I do, mother, what must I do to make a different world for her? How do I start?” “The secret lies in the reading and the writing. You are able to read.
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Different Read Secret Start Writing
Prairie was lovely and Shenandoah had a beautiful sound but you couldn’t fit those words into Brooklyn. Serene was the only word for it especially on a Saturday afternoon in summer.
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Afternoon Beautiful Lovely Saturday Summer
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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Humility Understanding Wisdom
Oh, I wish I was young again when everything seemed so wonderful!
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Wish Wonderful Young
Francie was ten years old when she first found an outlet in writing. What she wrote was of little consequence.
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Consequences Liars Writing Years
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

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