Best Betty Smith Sayings
- They learned no compassion from their own anguish. thus their suffering was wasted. Anguish
- Oh time...time, pass so that I forget! Oh time, Great Healer, pass over me and let me forget. Forget
- It's come at last", she thought, "the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache. Children
- 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… Better
- 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… All
- But this tree in the yard-this tree that men chopped down...this tree that they built a bonfire around, trying to burn up it's stump-this tree… Around Trying
- Some people do crossword puzzles. I do books. Book
- As she read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and a little bowl… Afternoon
- But the penciled sheets did not seem like nor smell like the library book so she had given it up, consoling herself with the vow… Book
- She had heard Papa sing so many songs about the heart; the heart that was breaking - was aching - was dancing -was heavy laden… Aching
- 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… Advice
- I came to a clear conclusion, and it is a universal one: To live, to struggle, to be in love with life--in love with all… All
- 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… Beautiful
- In teaching your child, do not forget that suffering is good too. It makes a person rich in character. Character
- 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… Beautiful
- Someday you'll remember what I said and you'll thank me for it." Francie wished adults would stop telling her that. Already the load of thanks… Adults
- 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… Afternoon
- 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… Arched
- From that moment on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again. From
- She went out and took a last long look at the shabby little library. She knew she would never see it again. Eyes changed after… Changed
- No matter where its seed fell, it made a tree which struggled to reach the sky. It grew in boarded-up lots and out of neglected… Boarded
- Because the child must have a valuable thing which is called imagination. The child must have a secret world in which live things that never… Becomes
- It meant that she belonged some place. She was a Brooklyn girl with a Brooklyn name and a Brooklyn accent. She didn't want to change… Accent
- Suffering is also good, it makes a person rich in charachter. Charachter
- It doesn't take long to write things of which you know nothing. When you write of actual things, it takes longer, because you have to… Actual