When I only begin to read, I forget I'm on this world. It lifts me on wings with high thoughts. — Anzia Yezierska Copy Share Image
Science has salvaged scrap metal and even found vitamins and valuable oils in refuse, but old people are extravagantly wasted. — Anzia Yezierska Copy Share
The trouble with us is that the ghetto of the Middle Ages and the children of the twentieth century have to live under one… — Anzia Yezierska Copy Share
Poverty was an ornament on a learned man like a red ribbon on a white horse. — Anzia Yezierska Copy Share
A man is free to go up as high as he can reach up to; but I, with all my style and pep, can't… — Anzia Yezierska Copy Share
I'm one of the millions of immigrant children, children of loneliness, wandering between worlds that are at once too old and too new to… — Anzia Yezierska Copy Share
This fire in me, it's not just the hunger of a woman for a man - it's the hunger of all my people back… — Anzia Yezierska Copy Share
Woe is me! Bitter is me! For what is my life? Why didn't the ship go under and drown me before I came to… — Anzia Yezierska Copy Share
Give a beggar a dime and he'll bless you. Give him a dollar and he'll curse you for withholding the rest of your fortune.… — Anzia Yezierska Copy Share
Without comprehension, the immigrant would forever remain shut-a stranger in America. Until America can release the heart as well as train the hand of… — Anzia Yezierska Copy Share
I've borne the shame of mother while you bought her off with a present and a treat here and there. God knows how hard… — Anzia Yezierska Copy Share
The power that makes grass grow, fruit ripen, and guides the bird in flight is in us all. — Anzia Yezierska Copy Share
At last I came to college. I rushed for it with the outstretched arms of youth's aching hunger to give and take of life's… — Anzia Yezierska Copy Share
I was so obsessed and consumed with my grievances that I could not get away from myself and think things out in the light.… — Anzia Yezierska Copy Share
As one of the dumb, voiceless ones I speak. One of the millions of immigrants beating, beating out their hearts at your gates for… — Anzia Yezierska Copy Share
