In spite of hard unfamiliar things, there is here—hope. In the old country, a man can be no more than his father, providing he works hard. If his father was a carpenter, he may be a carpenter. He may...
If you love someone, you'd rather suffer the pain alone to spare them.
But she didn't want to recall things. She wanted to live things — or as a compromise, relive rather than reminisce.
All she’d notice was that some things were strange because they reminded her of Brooklyn and that other things were strange because they were so different from Brooklyn. I guess there is nothing new,...
A lie was something you told because you were mean or a coward. A story was something you made up out of something that might have happened. Only you didn't tell it like it was, you told it like you t...
Time, no matter what else it did, passed, and that the school boy of today was the voter of tomorrow.
You must learn to take a joke, Francie, otherwise life will be pretty hard on you.
Why can't they, she thought bitterly, just give the doll away without saying I am poor and she is rich? Why couldn't they just give it away without all the talking about it?
When night draws back the curtain,And pins it with a star,Remember you are still my friend,Though you may wander far
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...
The pipe came from Sissy’s factory. The factory made a few rubber toys as a blind. It made its big profits from other rubber articles which were bought in whispers.
She adapted herself to the split-second rhythm of the New Yorker going to and from work. Getting to the office was a nervous ordeal. If she arrived one minute before nine, she was a free person. If sh...
Seems like I'm the most dissatisfied person in the whole world. Oh, I wish I was young again when everything seemed so wonderful!
Say something, demanded Fancie. Why don't you say something?What can I say?
Poor people have a great passion for huge quantities of things.
Oh, magic hour when a child first knows it can read printed words! For quite a while, Francie had been spelling out letters, sounding them and then putting the sounds together to mean a word. But, one...
Oh well, this is only temporary. Everything will be better someday. I'll make it better. After all, I'm young yet.
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.
Neeley, if you had to die, wouldn't it be wonderful to die now—while you believed that everything was perfect, the way this night is perfect?
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.