Anzia Yezierska
Anzia Yezierska
Anzia Yezierskawas a Jewish-American novelist born in Mały Płock, Poland, which was then part of the Russian Empire. She emigrated as a child with her parents to the United States, and lived in the immigrant neighborhood of the Lower East Side of Manhattan...
NationalityPolish
ProfessionNovelist
CountryPoland
lows higher
Those who were high go down low, and those who've been low go up higher.
girl mother men
I've borne the shame of mother while you bought her off with a present and a treat here and there. God knows how hard I tried to civilize her so as not to have to blush with shame when I take her anywhere. I dressed her in the most stylish Paris models, but Delancey Street sticks out from every inch of her. Whenever she opens her mouth, I'm done for. You fellows had your chance to rise in the world because a man is free to go up as high as he can reach up to; but I, with all my style and pep, can't get a man my equal because a girl is always judged by her mother.
horse men white
Poverty was an ornament on a learned man like a red ribbon on a white horse.
giving dimes bags
Give a beggar a dime and he'll bless you. Give him a dollar and he'll curse you for withholding the rest of your fortune. Poverty is a bag with a hole at the bottom.
real real-things
The real thing creates its own poetry.
world wheels
The world is a wheel always turning.
wine equality bread
I tasted the bread and wine of equality.
father criminals firsts
I too was frightened the first time I felt I hated my father. I felt like a criminal. But could I help it what was inside of me? I had to feel what I felt even if it killed me.
america woe-is-me ships
Woe is me! Bitter is me! For what is my life? Why didn't the ship go under and drown me before I came to America?
people poverty rich
Poor people who had escaped from poverty as I had, feared it, hated it and fled from it all their lives. Those born rich could afford to be touched by it.
father bread torah
Though my father was poor and had nothing, the Torah, the poetry of prophets, was his daily bread.
girl mother men
A man is free to go up as high as he can reach up to; but I, with all my style and pep, can't get a man my equal because a girl is always judged by her mother.
love dream mets
If I had never met him I would have dreamed him into being.
thinking light obsessed
I was so obsessed and consumed with my grievances that I could not get away from myself and think things out in the light. I was in the grip of that blinding, destructive, terrible thing -- righteous indignation.