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Joanne Greenberg (born September 24, 1932 in Brooklyn, New York) is an American author best known for the bestselling novel I Never Promised You a Rose Garden, written under the pen name of Hannah Green. It was adapted into a 1977 movie and a 2004 play of the same name.

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Worrying is one of my few forms of prayer.

Form, Forms, Prayer, Worry, Worrying

The rose-garden world of perfection is a lie and a bore too!

Bore, Garden, Lying, Perfection, World

The creative strength is good enough and deep enough to bring itself to flower and to grow in spite of this sickness.

Creative, Flower, Sickness, Strength

. . . to experience the reality was to suffer a boredom as endless as the illness itself. . . the boredom of insanity was a great desert, so great that anyone's violence or agony seemed an oasis, and the brief companionship seemed like a rain in the desert that was numbered and counted and remembered long after it was gone.

Companionship, Illness, Oasis, Rain, Reality

A humane and authentic book written by another voice from the trenches.

Book, Humane, Trenches, Voice, Written

The woman was sane; she accepted the heavy penalties of reality and enjoyed its gifts also.

Accepted, Penalties, Reality, Sane, Woman

The horror of the Pit lay in the emergence from it, with the return of her will, her caring, and her feeling of the need for meaning before the return of the meaning itself".

Caring, Feelings, Horror, Meaning, Needs, Return

She now knew that the death she feared might not be a physical one, that it could be death of the will, the soul, the mind, the laws, and thus not death, but a perpetual dying.

Dying, Law, Mind, Perpetual, Soul

all children blackmail their parents with their innocence.

Children, Innocence, Parent, Parents

At least being nuts is being somewhere.

Nuts

"I'm sorry I'm young," Deborah answered with a bitterness that was half prose. "We have a right to be as crazy as anyone else"

Crazy, Half, Right, Sorry, Young

Money in the hand is real - coins and bills. The rest I don't believe in, and I don't think I ever did, really. What's a check, after all, but a promise - mine, the bank's. Me, I know, but the bank?

Bank, Believe, Money, Real, Rest

suicide is a crime - the only crime that, if successful, guarantees that the perpetrator will not be punished for it. This makes it the most serious crime of all.

Guarantees, Guarantees That, Perpetrator, Serious, Successful, Suicide

There is nothing that you can do to me that my own craziness doesn't do to me smarter and faster and better.

Craziness, Faster, My Own, Nothing, Smarter

I have found this to be true, that one sin begets a dozen others.

Begets, Dozen, Found, Sin

The hidden strength is too deep a secret. But in the end. . . in the end it is our only ally.

Allies, Ally, Hidden, Mental Health, Secret

What do you do with mother love and mother wit when the babies are grown and gone away?

Babies, Baby, Gone, Gone Away, Love, Mother

I'm sorry I'm young," Deborah answered with a bitterness that was half prose. "We have a right to be as crazy as anyone else. " The second part was more a plea, and to her surprise the superbly inhuman fighter smiled softly and said, "Yes. . . I suppose that's true, though I never thought of it in those terms before.

Crazy, Half, Sorry, Suppose, Surprise, Young

Don't cut bangs with a hatchet. Don't do brain surgery with a pickax.

Bangs, Brain, Cut, Cutting, Pickax

Measure the hate you feel now, and the shame. That quantity is your capacity also to love and to feel joy and to have compassion.

Capacity, Compassion, Hate, Joy, Measure

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