I wait for death with the courage I gained from living.
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading.
Tell the truth and write the story.
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.
Who wants to die? Everything struggles to live. Look at that tree growing up there out of that grating. It gets no sun, and water only when it rains. It's growing out of sour earth. And it's strong be...
Nothing was changing. She was the one who was changing.
But she needs me more than she needs him and I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.
The child will grow up and find out things for herself. She will know that I lied. She will be disappointed.That is what is called learning the truth. It is a good thing to learn the truth one's self....
Oh, I wish I was young again when everything seemed so wonderful!
I believe in the Lord, Jesus Christ, and His Mother, Holy Mary. Jesus was a living baby once. He went bare-footed like we do in the summer. I saw a picture where He was a boy and had no shoes on. And...
Good-bye, Francie
Ghosts are not always those who pass through closed doors, said Mary Rommely. Katie has told how her husband used to talk to this saloon man. In all those years of the talking, Yohnny gave away pieces...
She had become accustomed to being lonely. She was used to walking alone and to being considered 'different.' She did not suffer too much.
SERENE WAS A WORD YOU COULD PUT TO BROOKLYN, NEW YORK.
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood.
This is the book, then , and the book of Shakespeare. And every day you must read a page of each to your child--even though you yourself do not understand what is written down and cannot sound the wor...
The neighborhood stores are an important part of a city child's life.
Sometimes when you had nothing at all and it was raining and you were alone in the flat, it was wonderful to know that you could have something even though it was only a cup of black and bitter coffee...
Maybe they knew their own gift of imagination colored too rosily the poverty and brutality of their lives and made them able to endure it.
I will not speak falsely and say to you: 'Do not grieve for me when I go.' I have loved my children and tried to be a good mother and it is right that my children grieve for me. But let your grief be...