Quotes by Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

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I know that's what people say-- you'll get over it. I'd say it, too. But I know it's not true. Oh, youll be happy again, — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
But she needs me more than she needs him and I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better. — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Because," explained Mary Rommely simply, "the child must have a valuable thing which is called imagination. The child mu — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
She had become accustomed to being lonely. She was used to walking alone and to being considered 'different.' She did no — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
In the future, when something comes up, you tell exactly how it happened but write down for yourself the way you think i — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Brooklyn was a dream. All the things that happened there just couldn't happen. It was all dream stuff. Or was it all rea — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
A lie was something you told because you were mean or a coward. A story was something you made up out of something that — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Everything, decided Francie after that first lecture, was vibrant with life and there was no death in chemistry. She was — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Francie, huddled with other children of her kind, learned more that first day than she realized. She learned of the clas — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
The world was hers for the reading. — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
The library was a little old shabby place. Francie thought it was beautiful. The feeling she had about it was as good as — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
But the penciled sheets did not seem like nor smell like the library book so she had given it up, consoling herself with — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
They were all slender, frail creatures with wondering eyes and soft fluttery voices. But they were all made out of thin — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
They were all slender, frail creatures with wondering Wes and soft fluttery voices. But they were all made out of thin i — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words. — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Oh, magic hour when a child first knows it can read printed words! For quite a while, Francie had been spelling out lett — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
This could be a whole life," she thought. "You work eight hours a day covering wires to earn money to buy food and to pa — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
In his business, he observed human nature and came to certain conclusions about it. The conclusions lacked wisdom and or — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
...May I have this damaged bunch for two cents? Speak strongly and it shall be yours for two cents. That is a saved penn — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn