Betty Smith Quotes About Books

Quotes about: Books

• The world was hers for the reading.

  Betty Smith

  Inspirational, Book, Reading

• Yes, when I get big and have my own home, no plush chairs and lace curtains for me. And no rubber plants. I'll have a desk like this in my parlor and white walls and a clean green blotter every Saturday night and a row of shining yellow pencils always sharpened for writing and a golden-brown bowl with a flower or some leaves or berries always in it and books . . . books . . . books. . . .

  Betty Smith

  Wall, Flower, Book

  Betty Smith (2009). “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn”, p.19, Harper Collins

• People always think that happiness is a faraway thing," thought Francie, "something complicated and hard to get. Yet, what little things can make it up; a place of shelter when it rains - a cup of strong hot coffee when you're blue; for a man, a cigarette for contentment; a book to read when you're alone - just to be with someone you love. Those things make happiness.

  Betty Smith

  Strong, Rain, Coffee

  BETTY SMITH (1947). “A TREE GROWS IN BROOKLYN MAGGIE NOW”

• But the penciled sheets did not seem like nor smell like the library book so she had given it up, consoling herself with the vow that when she grew up, she would work hard, save money and buy every single book that she liked.

  Betty Smith

  Book, Hard Work, Smell

  Betty Smith (2009). “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn”, p.26, Harper Collins

• As 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.

  Betty Smith

  Girl, Book, House

  Betty Smith (2009). “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn”, p.26, Harper Collins

• She was made up of more, too. She was the books she read in the library. She was the flower in the brown bowl. Part of her life was made from the tree growing rankly in the yard. She was the bitter quarrels she had with her brother whom she loved dearly. She was Katie's secret, despairing weeping. She was the shame of her father stumbling home drunk. She was all of these things and of something more...It was what God or whatever is His equivalent puts into each soul that is given life - the one different thing such as that which makes no two fingerprints on the face of the earth alike.

  Betty Smith

  Brother, Father, Flower

  BETTY SMITH (1943). “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn”

• Books became her friends, and there was one for every mood.

  Betty Smith

  Book, Mood, Intimate Friends

  BETTY SMITH (1943). “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn”

• 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.

  Betty Smith

  Lonely, Book, Reading

  BETTY SMITH (1943). “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn”

• Mother, I am young. Mother, I am just eighteen. I am strong. I will work hard, Mother. But I do not want this child to grow up just to work hard. What must I do, mother, what must I do to make a different world for her? How do I start?" "The secret lies in the reading and the writing. You are able to read. Every day you must read one page from some good book to your child. Every day this must be until the child learns to read. Then she must read every day, I know this is the secret

  Betty Smith

  Mother, Strong, Children

  BETTY SMITH (1943). “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn”

• Some people do crossword puzzles. I do books.

  Betty Smith

  Book, People, Crosswords

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