Say something," demanded Fancie. "Why don't you say something?"
"What can I say?"
"Say that I'm young-that I'll get over it. Go ahead and say it. Go ahead and lie."
"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, you'll be happy again, never fear. But you won't forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him.
Tag: broken-hearts
Oh time...time, pass so that I forget!
Oh time, Great Healer, pass over me and let me forget.
Tag: time-heals
It's come at last", she thought, "the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache.
Betty SmithTag: children motherhood
you’ll always come out all right – no matter what. You’re like me that way.’
And that’s where the whole trouble is,” thought Francie. “We’re too much alike to understand each other because we don’t even understand our own selves. . .
It's come at last," she thought, "the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache. When there wasn't enough food in the house you pretended that you weren't hungry so they could have more. In the cold of a winter's night you got up and put your blanket on their bed so they wouldn't be cold. You'd kill anyone who tried to harm them - I tried my best to kill that man in the hallway. Then one sunny day, they walk out in all innocence and they walk right into the grief that you'd give your life to spare them from.
Betty SmithTag: futility winter nihilism mother cold maternal
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 to just be... safe. At least she knows she's living.
Betty SmithBut this tree in the yard-this tree that men chopped down...this tree that they built a bonfire around, trying to burn up it's stump-this tree lived!
It lived! And nothing could destroy it.
She had become accustomed to being lonely. She was used to walking alone and to being considered 'different.' She did not suffer too much.
Betty SmithTag: inspirational girls loneliness suffering comfort
Some people do crossword puzzles. I do books.
Betty SmithAs she read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and a little bowl of candy, and all alone in the house, the leaf shadows shifted and the afternoon passed.
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