Betty Smith Quote

Oh, and you must not forget the Kris Kringle. The child must believe in him until she reaches the age of six.Mother, I know there are no ghosts or fairies. I would be teaching the child foolish lies.Mary spoke sharply. You do not know whether there are not ghosts on earth or angels in heaven.I know there is no Santa Claus.Yet you must teach the child that these things are so.Why? When I, myself, do not believe?Because, explained Mary Rommely simply, the child must have a valuable thing which is called imagination. The child must have a secret world in which live things that never were. It is necessary that she believe. She must start out by believing in things not of this world. Then when the world becomes too ugly for living in, the child can reach back and live in her imagination. I, myself, even in this day and age, have great need of recalling the miraculous lives of the Saints and the great miracles that have come to pass one arty. Only by having these things in my mind can I live beyond what I have to live for.The child will grow up and find out things for herself. She will know that I lied. She will be disappointed.This is what is called learning the truth. It is a good thing to learn the truth one's self. To first believe with all your heart, and then not to believe, is good too. It fattens the emotions and makes them stretch. When as a woman life and people disappoint her, she will have had practice in disappointment and it will not come so hard. In teaching your child, do not forget that suffering is good too. It makes a person rich in character.If that is so, commented Katie bitterly, then we Rommelys are rich.We are poor yes. We suffer. Our way is very hard. But we are better people because we know of the things I have told you. I could not read but I told you of all of the things I learned from living. You must tell them to your child and add on to them such things as ou will learn as you grow older.

Betty Smith

Oh, and you must not forget the Kris Kringle. The child must believe in him until she reaches the age of six.Mother, I know there are no ghosts or fairies. I would be teaching the child foolish lies.Mary spoke sharply. You do not know whether there are not ghosts on earth or angels in heaven.I know there is no Santa Claus.Yet you must teach the child that these things are so.Why? When I, myself, do not believe?Because, explained Mary Rommely simply, the child must have a valuable thing which is called imagination. The child must have a secret world in which live things that never were. It is necessary that she believe. She must start out by believing in things not of this world. Then when the world becomes too ugly for living in, the child can reach back and live in her imagination. I, myself, even in this day and age, have great need of recalling the miraculous lives of the Saints and the great miracles that have come to pass one arty. Only by having these things in my mind can I live beyond what I have to live for.The child will grow up and find out things for herself. She will know that I lied. She will be disappointed.This is what is called learning the truth. It is a good thing to learn the truth one's self. To first believe with all your heart, and then not to believe, is good too. It fattens the emotions and makes them stretch. When as a woman life and people disappoint her, she will have had practice in disappointment and it will not come so hard. In teaching your child, do not forget that suffering is good too. It makes a person rich in character.If that is so, commented Katie bitterly, then we Rommelys are rich.We are poor yes. We suffer. Our way is very hard. But we are better people because we know of the things I have told you. I could not read but I told you of all of the things I learned from living. You must tell them to your child and add on to them such things as ou will learn as you grow older.

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About Betty Smith

Betty Smith (born Elisabeth Lillian Wehner; December 15, 1896 – January 17, 1972) was an American playwright and novelist, who wrote the 1943 bestseller A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.