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It takes a lot of doing to die.
The world was hers for the reading.
Some people do crossword puzzles. I do books.
I'll not punish you for having an imagination.
And always, there was the magic of learning things.
Books became her friends, and there was one for every mood.
Suffering is also good, it makes a person rich in charachter.
Forgiveness is a gift of high value. Yet its cost is nothing.
You won't die, Francie. You were born to lick this rotten life.
Oh, I wish I was young again when everything seemed so wonderful!
Look at everything as though you are seeing it for the first time.
Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.
The neighborhood stores are an important part of a city child's life.
Is it not so that a son what is bad to his mother is bad to his wife?
If you love someone, you'd rather suffer the pain alone to spare them.
There are very few bad people. There are just a lot of people that are unlucky.
As long as one can suffer, one is living....live and suffer until life is gone.
A child forgets a time of hunger but never forgets the aching want of other things.
They learned no compassion from their own anguish. thus their suffering was wasted.
'Dear God,' she prayed, 'let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.'
Well, there's a little bit of man in every woman and a little bit of woman in every man.
All of us are what we have to be and everyone lives the kind of life its in him to live.
From that moment on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again.
No. I don't want to need anybody. I want someone to need me ... I want someone to need me.
Bad quarrels come when two people are wrong. Worse quarrels come when two people are right.
Oh time...time, pass so that I forget! Oh time, Great Healer, pass over me and let me forget.
In teaching your child, do not forget that suffering is good too. It makes a person rich in character.
I can never give a 'yes' or a 'no.' I don't believe everything in life can be settled by a monosyllable.
Well' Francie decided, 'I guess the thing that is giving me this headache is life - and nothing else but'.
It's come at last", she thought, "the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache.
There had to be dark and muddy waters so that the sun could have something to background it's flashing glory.
But she needs me more than she needs him and I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.
She had had the pain; it had been like being boiled alive in scalding oil and not being able to die to get free of it
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.
New York! I've always wanted to see it and now I've see it. It's true what they say-- it's the most wonderful city in the world.
And that's where the whole trouble is. We're too much alike to understand each other because we don't even understand our own selves.
People always think that happiness is a faraway thing … something complicated and hard to get. Yet, what little things can make it up.
I want to live for something. I don't want to live to get charity food to give me enough strength to go back to get more charity food.
Look at everything as though you were seeing it for the first time or the last time. Then your time on earth will be filled with glory.
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.
She had become accustomed to being lonely. She was used to walking alone and to being considered 'different.' She did not suffer too much.
I wrote about people who liked fake fireplaces in their parlor, who thought a brass horse with a clock embedded in its flank was wonderful.
The difference between rich and poor", said Francie, "is that the poor do everything with thier own hands and the rich hire hands to do things.
People looking up at her--at her smooth pretty vivacious face--had no way of knowing about the painfully articulated resolves formulating in her mind.
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 live them first.
How much do they be paying you?" he asked mellowly. "The usual salary. A little more than they think I'm worth and a little less than I think I'm worth.
Let me be something every minute of every hour of my life...And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.
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.
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.
She was surprised at how tiny it seemed now. She supposed the school was just as big as it had ever been only her eyes had grown used to looking at bigger things.