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.

If there was only one tree like that in the world, you would think it was beautiful. But because there are so many, you just can't see how beautiful it really is.

Well' Francie decided, 'I guess the thing that is giving me this headache is life - and nothing else but'.

It's come at last", she thought, "the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache.

Brooklyn was a dream. All the things that happened there just couldn't happen. It was all dream stuff. Or was it all real and true and was it that she, Francie, was the dreamer?

Look at everything as though you are seeing it for the first time.

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.