And you must tell the child the legends I told you - as my mother told them to me and her mother to her. You must tell the fairy tales of the old cou….

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….

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 sim….

I want to live for something. I don't want to live to get charity food to give me enough strength to go back to get more charity food..

It meant that she belonged some place. She was a Brooklyn girl with a Brooklyn name and a Brooklyn accent. She didn't want to change into a bit of th….

Well, there's a little bit of man in every woman and a little bit of woman in every man..

I'll not punish you for having an imagination..

Is it not so that a son what is bad to his mother is bad to his wife?.

The library was a little old shaby place. Francie thought it was beautiful. The feeling she had about it was as good as the feeling she had about chu….

All of us are what we have to be and everyone lives the kind of life its in him to live..

She had had the pain; it had been like being boiled alive in scalding oil and not being able to die to get free of it.

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 eve….

Katie had a fierce desire for survival which made her a fighter. Johnny had a hankering after immortality which made him a useless dreamer. And that ….

From that moment on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again..

People always think that happiness is a faraway thing," thought Francie, "something complicated and hard to get. Yet, what little things can make it ….

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 sorrow….

In teaching your child, do not forget that suffering is good too. It makes a person rich in character..

She went out and took a last long look at the shabby little library. She knew she would never see it again. Eyes changed after they looked at new thi….

Those were the Rommely women: Mary, the mother, Evy, Sissy, and Katie, her daughters, and Francie, who would grow up to be a Rommely woman even thoug….

Francie was ten years old when she first found an outlet in writing. What she wrote was of little consequence. What was important was that the attemp….

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 thou….