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.
Now my wandering days are over. It will be bliss to settle down. Bliss. There's a word, now. Bliss to love and to be loved.
Tell the truth and write the story.
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. Then when the world becomes...
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...
The baby Francie crowed with delight as her grandmother held up the cruet and the sun shone through it and made a small fat rainbow on the opposite wall. Mary smiled with the child and made the rainbo...
Oh, I wish I was young again when everything seemed so wonderful!
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 looked at the nurse. To Francie, all women were mamas like her own mother and Aunt Sissy and Aunt Evy. She thought the nurse might say something like:Maybe this little girl's mother works and didn...
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....
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 rubbish heaps, and it was the only tree that grew out of cement. It grew...
They had grown out of childhood in the last few days. Christmas as Christmas had passed unnoticed since their father had died on Christmas day. Neeley’s thirteenth birthday had been lost somewhere in...
In the winter, when the first snow was too delicate to last on the sidewalks, it clung to the rough surface of the brick and was like fairy lace.
The sad thing was in the knowing that all their nerve would get them nowhere in the world and that they were lost as all people in Brooklyn seem lost when the day is nearly over and even though the su...
I don't know. 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 just to be ... safe. At least she knows she's livin...
She got herself widowed, divorced, married, and pregnant – all in ten days’ time.
Well' Francie decided, 'I guess the thing that is giving me this headache is life - and nothing else but'.
You must learn to take a joke, Francie, otherwise life will be pretty hard on you.
That 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 mak...
But they’d live. You betcha they’d live, thought Francie grimly. It takes a lot of doing to die.
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