Betty Smith, A Tree Grows In Brooklyn Quotes
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.
Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.
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.
She had become accustomed to being lonely. She was used to walking alone and to being considered 'different.' She did not suffer too much.
Brooklyn was a dream. All the things that happened there just couldn't happen. It was all dream stuff. Or was it all real and true and was it that she, Francie, was the dreamer?
It's come at last", she thought, "the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache.
They learned no compassion from their own anguish. Thus their suffering was wasted.
But she needs me more than she needs him and I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.
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.
Francie, huddled with other children of her kind, learned more that first day than she realized. She learned of the class system of a great Democracy.
They were all slender, frail creatures with wondering eyes and soft fluttery voices. But they were all made out of thin invisible steel.
They were all slender, frail creatures with wondering Wes and soft fluttery voices. But they were all made out of thin invisible steel.
But she didn't want to recall things. She wanted to live things — or as a compromise, relive rather than reminisce.
Dear God, ’ she prayed, ‘let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.
She sat in the sunshine watching the life on the street and guarding within herself, her own mystery of life.
