Anzia Yezierska Quotes & Sayings

Beloved, Dearest One:
How I long to shout to the world our happiness. I feel that you and I are the only two people alive in the world - the only people that know the secret meaning of existence.
I have no diamond rings, no gifts of love that other lovers have for their beloved. My poetry is all I have to offer you. And so I dedicate my collected verses, 'Poems of Poverty,' to you, beloved.
Morris. — Anzia Yezierska

The stars in their infinite peace seemed to pour their healing light into me. I thought of captives in prison, the sick and the suffering from the beginning of time who had looked to these stars for strength. What was my little sorrow to the centuries of pain which those stars had watched? So near they seemed, so compassionate. My bitter hurt seemed to grow small and drop away. If I must go on alone, I should still have silence and the high stars to walk with me. — Anzia Yezierska

This fire in me, it's not just the hunger of a woman for a man - it's the hunger of all my people back of me, from all ages, for light, for the life higher! — Anzia Yezierska

Hell, is trying to do what you can't do, trying to be what you're not — Anzia Yezierska

I tasted the bread and wine of equality. — Anzia Yezierska

Like all people who have nothing, I lived on dreams. — Anzia Yezierska

I'm one of the millions of immigrant children, children of loneliness, wandering between worlds that are at once too old and too new to live in. — Anzia Yezierska

Though my father was poor and had nothing, the Torah, the poetry of prophets, was his daily bread. — Anzia Yezierska

There is justice nowhere for a fool. A fool they whip even in the Holy Temple. — Anzia Yezierska

The real thing creates its own poetry. — Anzia Yezierska

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. — Anzia Yezierska

I want knowledge. How, like a starved thing in the dark, I'm driven to reach for it. — Anzia Yezierska

The world is a wheel always turning. — Anzia Yezierska

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. — Anzia Yezierska

At last I came to college. I rushed for it with the outstretched arms of youth's aching hunger to give and take of life's deepest, and highest, and I came against the solid wall of the well-fed, well-dressed world - the frigid whitewashed wall of cleanliness ... How I pinched, and scraped, and starved myself, to save enough to come to college! Every cent of the tuition fee I paid was drops of sweat and blood from underpaid laundry work. And what did I get for it? A crushed spirit, a broken heart, a stinging sense of poverty that I never felt before. — Anzia Yezierska

The only compensation for the artist is the chance to feed hungry hearts. — Anzia Yezierska

I saw that "success," "failure," "poverty", "riches," were price tags, money values of the market place which had mesmerized and sidetracked me for years. — Anzia Yezierska

A poor man is a living dead one. — Anzia Yezierska

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. — Anzia Yezierska

Those who were high go down low, and those who've been low go up higher. — Anzia Yezierska

For a little while when we were lovers I breathed the air from the high places where love comes from, and I can't no more come down. — Anzia Yezierska

If I had never met him I would have dreamed him into being. — Anzia Yezierska

I felt I could turn the earth upside down with my littlest finger. I wanted to dance, to fly in the air and kiss the sun and stars with my singing heart. I, alone with myself, was enjoying myself for the first time as with grandest company. — Anzia Yezierska

Science has salvaged scrap metal and even found vitamins and valuable oils in refuse, but old people are extravagantly wasted. — Anzia Yezierska

The power that makes grass grow, fruit ripen, and guides the bird in flight is in us all. — Anzia Yezierska

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. — Anzia Yezierska

When I only begin to read, I forget I'm on this world. It lifts me on wings with high thoughts. — Anzia Yezierska

Without comprehension, the immigrant would forever remain shut-a stranger in America. Until America can release the heart as well as train the hand of the immigrant, he would forever remain driven back upon himself, corroded by the very richness of the unused gifts within his soul. — Anzia Yezierska

The trouble with us is that the ghetto of the Middle Ages and the children of the twentieth century have to live under one roof. — Anzia Yezierska

In America, money takes the place of God. — Anzia Yezierska

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? — Anzia Yezierska

As one of the dumb, voiceless ones I speak. One of the millions of immigrants beating, beating out their hearts at your gates for a breath of understanding. — Anzia Yezierska

Poverty was an ornament on a learned man like a red ribbon on a white horse. — Anzia Yezierska

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. — Anzia Yezierska