"I wrote about people who liked fake fireplaces in their parlor, who thought a brass horse with a clock embedded in its flank was wonderful."
About Betty Smith
Betty Smith — Life and Legacy
Betty Smith, an influential American novelist, gained prominence with her semi-autobiographical work 'A Tree Grows in Brooklyn,' published in 1943. This novel vividly captures the struggles of a young girl, Francie Nolan, growing up in a poor Brooklyn neighborhood, showcasing Smith's deep understanding of resilience and the complexities of identity. Smith's writing reflects her own experiences of hardship, as she often explored the themes of poverty, ambition, and the pursuit of dreams. Her quote, 'You can't be brave if you've only had wonderful things happen to you,' encapsulates her belief that true courage emerges from facing life's challenges. This perspective is evident throughout her work, where characters navigate their struggles with tenacity and hope. The impact of Smith's quotes and ideas remains significant, as they resonate with readers who find themselves in difficult circumstances. Her exploration of resilience not only offers comfort but also encourages individuals to embrace their identities and histories, making her insights timeless and relevant.
Quote collection
Betty Smith quotes (page 1 of 5)
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"Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory."
"Serene was a word you could put to Brooklyn New York. Especially in the summer of 1912. Somber as a word was better. But it did not apply to Williamsburg Brooklyn. Prairie was lovely and Shenandoah had a beautiful sound but you couldn't fit those words into Brooklyn. Serene was the only word for it especially on a Saturday afternoon in summer."
"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 because its hard struggle to live is making it strong. My children will be strong that way."
"Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words."
"The world was hers for the reading."
"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 thought it should have been."
"There are very few bad people. There are just a lot of people that are unlucky."
"Dear God," she prayed, "let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry...have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere - be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost."
"In teaching your child, do not forget that suffering is good too. It makes a person rich in character."
"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 makes them to stretch."
"I came to a clear conclusion, and it is a universal one: To live, to struggle, to be in love with life--in love with all life holds, joyful or sorrowful--is fulfillment. The fullness of life is open to all of us."
"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 lushly, but only in the tenements districts.... That was the kind of tree it was. It liked poor people."
"A person who pulls himself up from a low environment via the bootstrap route has two choices. Having risen above his environment, he can forget it; or, he can rise above it and never forget it and keep compassion and understanding in his heart for those he has left behind him in the cruel upclimb."
"People always think that happiness is a faraway thing … something complicated and hard to get. Yet, what little things can make it up."
"I hate all those flirty-birty games that women make up. Life's too short. If you ever find a man you love, don't waste time hanging your head and simpering. Go right up to him and say, 'I love you. How about getting married?"
"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."
"It was the last time she’d see the river from that window. The last time of anything has the poignancy of death itself. This that I see now, she thought, to see no more this way. Oh, the last time how clearly you see everything; as though a magnifying light had been turned on it. And you grieve because you hadn’t held it tighter when you had it every day."
"All my life I've been lonely. I've been lonely at crowded parties. I've been lonely in the middle of kissing a girl and I've been lonely at camp with hundreds of fellows around. But now I'm not lonely any more."
"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."