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.
A TREE GROWS IN BROOKLYN MAGGIE NOW (ed. 1947)
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.
A TREE GROWS IN BROOKLYN MAGGIE NOW (ed. 1947)