On growing old #ATreeGrowsInBrooklyn #quote #AmReading #quote
Sometimes you just read a quote that stays with you!
This one from "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" by Betty Smith reminds me to appreciate the power of books.
What book quotes have stayed with you?
#BookSky #ATreeGrowsinBrooklyn #BookQuotes #QuotesAboutBooks
I must have missed a lot of classics when I was in school because I had never read this. Life in Brooklyn in the early 1900’s was not easy but it’s a great story. #atreegrowsinbrooklyn #goodbooks
is this #ATreeGrowsInBrooklyn? 🤔🤓
2025 challenge: one #book a day.
Day 241: #UnAlberoCresceABrooklyn (in English #ATreeGrowsInBrooklyn) by #BettySmith
Smith’s most famous #novel follows the #youth of #FrancieNolan, a girl who grows in #Brooklyn at the beginning of the #XXCentury and endures many #challenges but never losses #hope.
"A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" is truly a gem, reminding us that reading is a lifeline. Every book has its own way for us to explore, and they are just similar to a new life to understand.
[🎨 Original art by Jessica Malony] 📚💙
#BookSky #ATreeGrowsInBrooklyn #BettySmith #Fiction #ComingOfAge
JFC!😭 I’ve heard #ATreeGrowsInBrooklyn referenced all my life, or at least since I found my love of and interest in movies since I was young. Never watched it until now. 1/2 #filmsky
Three pictures showing the progress of Spring blooms on a tree in Brooklyn
Spring Timing
#brooklyn #springtime #bloom #springfever #photography #atreegrowsinbrooklyn
Insomnia time.
I read #ATreeGrowsinBrooklyn in middle school, and it fundamentally altered my brain, I think.
I’ve never forgotten that book.
And I think it taught me a lot about life I wouldn’t have learned otherwise.
#BookSky
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“We'll leave now, so that this moment will remain a perfect memory...let it be our song and think of me every time you hear it.”
― Betty Smith, #ATreeGrowsinBrooklyn
Next on my #tbr. Which one should I read first? #themidnightlibrary #goodomens #atreegrowsinbrooklyn #bookworm #booksky #book
I must say, I've liked Francie Nolan a million times better than Holden Caulfield. #reading #books #ATreeGrowsinBrooklyn
No, she never fumbled. When she used her beautifully shaped but worn-looking hands, she used them with surety. When she spoke, she spoke truly with the plain right words. And her thoughts walked in a clear uncompromising line. #ATreeGrowsInBrooklyn #BettySmith
Oh, what's so fine, dear,
As a day of sunshine.
The storm is past at last.
The sky is blue and clear. #ATreeGrowsInBrooklyn #BettySmith
He was willing to exchange soul-destroying suspicion for heart-breaking reality. #ATreeGrowsInBrooklyn #BettySmith
The heart that was breaking - was aching - was dancing - was heavy laden - that leaped for joy - that was heavy in sorrow - that turned over - that stood still. #ATreeGrowsInBrooklyn #BettySmith
He gave his lines right and she picked up her cues happily and the stage directions were the smiles between the spoken lines. #ATreeGrowsInBrooklyn #BettySmith
In the future, when something comes up, you tell exactly how it happened but for yourself write down for yourself the way you think it should have happened. Tell the truth and write the story. #ATreeGrowsInBrooklyn #BettySmith
Maybe they knew their own gift of imagination colored too rosily the poverty and brutality of their lives and made them able to endure it. #ATreeGrowsInBrooklyn #BettySmith
They learned no compassion from their own anguish. Thus their suffering was wasted. #ATreeGrowsInBrooklyn #BettySmith
And even though the sun is still bright, it is thin and doesn't give you warmth when it shines on you. #ATreeGrowsInBrooklyn #BettySmith
Only by having these things in my mind can I live beyond what I have to live for. #ATreeGrowsInBrooklyn #BettySmith
...The child must have a secret world in which live things that were never were. It is necessary that she believe...Then when the world becomes too ugly for living in, the child can reach back and live in her imagination. #ATreeGrowsInBrooklyn #BettySmith
But she was like quicksilver. In spite of her terrifyingly frankness and overwhelming naïveté, he really knew nothing about her and he was tired of living with an enigma. #ATreeGrowsInBrooklyn #BettySmith
A field of snowy white.
Hear the darkies singing soft and low.
I long there to be, for someone waits for me,
Down where the cotton blossoms blow. #ATreeGrowsInBrooklyn #BettySmith
But he doesn't want to die. He wants to keep on living even though he's old and there's nothing to be happy about anymore. #ATreeGrowsinBrooklyn #BettySmith
She does not say "good-bye" to the tenements or the tragedies but to the girl she once was, the illusions she once had, the life she once led. #ATreeGrowsInBrooklyn #BettySmith
Her hands gentle the war. #ATreeGrowsInBrooklyn #BettySmith