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 live in. — Anzia Yezierska Copy Share Image
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 the immigrant, he would forever remain driven back upon himself, corroded by the very richness of… — 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 Image
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 Image
Poverty was an ornament on a learned man like a red ribbon on a white horse. — Anzia Yezierska Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
The power that makes grass grow, fruit ripen, and guides the bird in flight is in us all. — Anzia Yezierska Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
