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. Betty Smith More Quotes by Betty Smith More Quotes From Betty Smith It was a good thing that she got herself into this other school. It showed her that there were other worlds beside the world she had been born into and that these other worlds were not unattainable. Betty Smith unattainable other-worlds school It's come at last," she thought, "the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache. When there wasn't enough food in the house you pretended that you weren't hungry so they could have more. 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 them - I tried my best to kill that man in the hallway. Then one sunny day, they walk out in all innocence and they walk right into the grief that you'd give your life to spare them from. Betty Smith grief winter children 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. Betty Smith being-alone understanding loneliness It was so simple that a flash of astonishment that felt like pain shot through her head. Education! That was it! It was education that made the difference! Education would pull them ut of the grame and dirt. Betty Smith differences pain simple Oh time...time, pass so that I forget! Oh time, Great Healer, pass over me and let me forget. Betty Smith time-passes let-me forget But she needs me more than she needs him and I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better. Betty Smith parenting needed needs Some people do crossword puzzles. I do books. Betty Smith crosswords book people There are very few bad people. There are just a lot of people that are unlucky. Betty Smith unlucky bad-people people 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. Betty Smith dancing heart song In the future, when something comes up, you tell exactly how it happened but write down for yourself the way you think it should have happened. Tell the truth and write the story. Then you won't get mixed up. It was the best advice Francie every got. Betty Smith should-have writing thinking 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. 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. 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 Betty Smith strong mother children 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. Betty Smith song memories thinking From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood. Betty Smith lonely reading book 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. The tree knew. It came there first. Afterwards, poor foreigners seeped in and the quiet old brownstone houses were hacked up into flats, feather beds were pushed out on the window sills to air and the Tree of Heaven flourished. That was the kind of tree it was. It liked poor people. Betty Smith sunday nice air 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. Betty Smith tree beautiful thinking 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. Betty Smith happiness love fall The library was a little old shaby place. Francie thought it was beautiful. The feeling she had about it was as good as the feeling she had about church. She pushed open the door and went in. She liked the cmbined smell of worn leather bindings, library past and freshly inked stamping pads better than she liked the smell of burning incense at high mass. Betty Smith doors beautiful past There's a tree that grows in Brooklyn. Some people call it the Tree of Heaven. No matter where its seed falls, it makes a tree which struggles to reach the sky. It grows in boarded-up lots and out of neglected rubbish heaps. It grows up out of cellar gratings. It is the only tree that grows out of cement. It grows lushly . . . survives without sun, water, and seemingly without earth. It would be considered beautiful except that there are too many of it. Betty Smith growing-up struggle beautiful Those were the Rommely women: Mary, the mother, Evy, Sissy, and Katie, her daughters, and Francie, who would grow up to be a Rommely woman even though her name was Nolan. They were all slender, frail creatures with wondering eyes and soft fluttery voices. But they were made out of thin invisible steel. Betty Smith growing-up daughter mother No. I don't want to need anybody. I want someone to need me ... I want someone to need me. Betty Smith want needs
