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Back To Him She Would Never Go, But In Her Lonely Life Still Lived The Sweet Memory Of That Happy Time When She Believed In Him And He Was All In All To Her.

-Louisa May Alcott

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Louisa May Alcott

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Back To Him She Would Never Go, But In Her Lonely Life Still Lived The Sweet Memory Of That Happy Time When She Believed In Him And He Was All In All To Her.

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Her Beauty Satisfied [his] Artistic Eye, Her Peculiarities Piqued His Curiosity, Her Vivacity Lightened His Ennui, And Her Character Interested Him By The Unconscious Hints It Gave Of Power, Pride And Passion. So Entirely Natural And Unconventional Was She That He Soon Found Himself On A Familiar Footing, Asking All Manner Of Unusual Questions, And Receiving Rather Piquant Replies.

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...for Love Casts Out Fear, And Gratitude Can Conquer Pride.

My Book Came Out; And People Began To Think That Topsy-turvy Louisa Would Amount To Something After All.

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To Me, Love Isn't All. I Must Look Up, Not Down, Trust And Honor With My Whole Heart, And Find Strenght And Integrity To Lean On

Women Have Been Called Queens For A Long Time, But The Kingdom Given Them Isn't Worth Ruling.

…because Talent Isn't Genius, And No Amount Of Energy Can Make It So. I Want To Be Great, Or Nothing.

It Takes So Little To Make A Child Happy, That It Is A Pity In A World Full Of Sunshine And Pleasant Things, That There Should Be Any Wistful Faces, Empty Hands, Or Lonely Little Hearts.

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Money Is A Needful And Precious Thing, And When Well Used, A Noble Thing, But I Never Want You To Think It Is The First Or Only Prize To Strive For. I'd Rather See You Poor Men's Wives, If You Were Happy, Beloved, Contented, Than Queens On Thrones, Without Self-respect And Peace.

If People Really Want To Go, And Really Try All Their Lives, I Think They Will Get In; For I Don't Believe There Are Any Locks On That Door, Or Any Guards At The Gate. I Always Imagine It Is As It Is In The Picture, Where The Shining Ones Stretch Out Their Hands To Welcome Poor Christian As He Comes Up From The River.

Souls And Bodies Should Go On Together.

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The Patience And The Humility Of The Face She Loved So Well Was A Better Lesson To Jo Than The Wisest Lecture, The Sharpest Reproof.

Remember That Frost Comes Latest To Those That Bloom The Highest.

Fathers And Mothers Are Too Absorbed In Business And Housekeeping To Study Their Children, And Cherish That Sweet And Natural Confidence Which Is A Child's Surest Safeguard, And A Parent's Subtlest Power.

It Takes People A Long Time To Learn The Difference Between Talent And Genius, Especially Ambitious Young Men And Women.

For The Wise Old Man Was Universally Beloved, And Ministered So Beautifully To His Flock That Many Of Them Thanked Him All Their Lives For The Help Given To Both Hearts And Souls.

Girls Are So Queer You Never Know What They Mean. They Say No When They Mean Yes, And Drive A Man Out Of His Wits For The Fun Of It.

A Holiday Isn't A Holiday, Without Plenty Of Freedom And Fun.

Now And Then, In This Workaday World, Things Do Happen In The Delightful Storybook Fashion, And What A Comfort That Is.

Have Regular Hours For Work And Play; Make Each Day Both Useful And Pleasant, And Prove That You Understand The Worth Of Time By Employing It Well. Then Youth Will Be Delightful, Old Age Will Bring Few Regrets, And Life Will Become A Beautiful Success.

I Make So Many Beginnings There Never Will Be An End.

Love Is A Flower That Grows In Any Soil, Works Its Sweet Miracles Undaunted By Autumn Frost Or Winter Snow, Blooming Fair And Fragrant All The Year, And Blessing Those Who Give And Those Who Receive.

I Can Get On With Wild Beasts First-rate; But Men Rile Me Awfully.

I Put In My List All The Busy, Useful Independent Spinsters I Know, For Liberty Is A Better Husband Than Love To Many Of Us.

You Are The Gull, Jo, Strong And Wild, Fond Of The Storm And The Wind, Flying Far Out To Sea, And Happy All Alone.

There Are Many Beths In The World, Shy And Quiet, Sitting In Corners Till Needed, And Living For Others So Cheerfully That No One Sees The Sacrifices Till The Little Cricket On The Hearth Stops Chirping, And The Sweet, Sunshiny Presence Vanishes, Leaving Silence And Shadow Behind.

Good Books, Like Good Friends, Are Few And Chosen; The More Select, The More Enjoyable.

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If You Dear Little Girls Would Only Learn What Real Beauty Is, And Not Pinch And Starve And Bleach Yourselves Out So, You'd Save An Immense Deal Of Time And Money And Pain. A Happy Soul In A Healthy Body Makes The Best Sort Of Beauty For Man Or Woman.

It Takes Very Little Fire To Make A Great Deal Of Smoke Nowadays, And Notoriety Is Not Real Glory.

…books Are Always Good Company If You Have The Right Sort. Let Me Pick Out Some For You.' And Mrs. Jo Made A Bee-line To The Well-laden Shelves, Which Were The Joy Of Her Heart And The Comfort Of Her Life.

I've Got The Key To My Castle In The Air, But Whether I Can Unlock The Door Remains To Be Seen.

...and Clung More Closely To The Dear Human Love, From Which Our Father Never Means Us To Be Weaned, But Through Which He Draws Us Closer To Himself.

No Love Or Pity, Pardon Or Excuse Should Soften The Sharp Pang Of Reparation For The Guilty Man.

Laurie, You're An Angel! How Shall I Ever Thank You?" "fly At Me Again. I Rather Liked It," Said Laurie, Looking Mischievous, A Thing He Had Not Done For A Fortnight.

It Is My Opinion That This Day Will Never Come To An End," Said Prince, With A Yawn That Nearly Rent Him Assunder.

Jo's Eyes Sparkled, For It's Always Pleasant To Be Believed In; And A Friend's Praise Is Always Sweeter Than A Dozen Newspaper Puffs.

He Who Believes Is Strong; He Who Doubts Is Weak. Strong Convictions Precede Great Actions.

The Moment Aunt March Took Her Nap, Or Was Busy With Company, Jo Hurried To This Quiet Place, And Curling Herself Up In The Easy Chair, Devoured Poetry, Romance, History, Travels, And Pictures Like A Regular Bookworm.

I'm Tired Of Praise; And Love Is Very Sweet, When It Is Simple And Sincere Like This.

Far Away There In The Sunshine Are My Highest Aspirations.

... Because I Have Fallen In Love With So Many Pretty Girls And Never Once The Least Bit With Any Man.

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Mine First --mine Last-- Mine Even In The Grave!

…she Rejoiced As Only Mothers Can In The Good Fortunes Of Their Children.

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Love Jo All Your Days, If You Choose, But Don't Let It Spoil You, For It's Wicked To Throw Away So Many Good Gifts Because You Can't Have The One You Want.

Unrequited Love

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The Scar Will Remain, But It Is Better For A Man To Lose Both Arms Than His Soul; And These Hard Years, Instead Of Being Lost, May Be Made The Most Precious Of Your Lives, If They Teach You To Rule Yourselves.

A Child Her Wayward Pencil Drew On Margins Of Her Book; Garlands Of Flower, Dancing Elves, Bud, Butterfly, And Brook, Lessons Undone, And Plum Forgot, Seeking With Hand And Heart The Teacher Whom She Learned To Love Before She Knew T'was Art.

Mrs. Jo Did Not Mean The Measles, But That More Serious Malady Called Love, Which Is Apt To Ravage Communities, Spring And Autumn, When Winter Gayety And Summer Idleness Produce Whole Bouquets Of Engagements, And Set Young People To Pairing Off Like The Birds.

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Laurie Felt Just Then That His Heart Was Entirely Broken And The World A Howling Wilderness.

O Vanity, Mislead No More!

I Want To Be Great, Or Nothing. I Won't Be A Commonplace Dauber, So I Don't Intend To Try Any More.

I Ask Not For Any Crown But That Which All May Win; Nor Try To Conquer Any World Except The One Within.

Let Us Be Elegant Or Die! --amy

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No Woman Should Give Her Happiness Into The Keeping Of A Man Without Fixed Principles.

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The Power Of Finding Beauty In The Humblest Things Makes Home Happy And Life Lovely.

You Have A Good Many Little Gifts And Virtues, But There Is No Need Of Parading Them, For Conceit Spoils The Finest Genius. There Is Not Much Danger That Real Talent Or Goodness Will Be Overlooked Long, And The Great Charm Of All Power Is Modesty.

The Dirt Is Picturesque, So I Don't Mind.

Mothers Can Forgive Anything! Tell Me All, And Be Sure That I Will Never Let You Go, Though The Whole World Should Turn From You.

I Did Fail, Say What You Will, For Jo Wouldn't Love Me.

Self-pity In Its Early Stages Is As Snug As A Feather Mattress. Only When It Hardens Does It Become Uncomfortable.

...meg Learned To Love Her Husband Better For His Poverty, Because It Seem To Have Made A Man Of Him, Giving Him The Strength And Courage To Fight His Own Way, And Taught Him A Tender Patience With Which To Bear And Comfort The Natural Longings And Failures Of Those He Loved.

At Twenty-five, Girls Begin To Talk About Being Old Maids, But Secretly Resolve That They Never Will. At Thirty, They Say Nothing About It, But Quietly Accept The Fact.

I Think Immortality Is The Passing Of A Soul Through Many Lives Or Experiences, And Such As Are Truly Lived, Used And Learned, Help On To The Next, Each Growing Richer, Happier And Higher, Carrying With It Only The Real Memories Of What Has Gone Before.

But, Like All Happiness, It Did Not Last Long.

You Say Often You Wish A Library; Here I Gif You One; For Between These Two Lids (he Meant Covers) Is Many Books In One. Read Him Well, And He Will Help You Much; For The Study Of Character In This Book Will Help You To Read It In The World, And Paint It With Your Pen.

I Think We Are All Hopelessly Flawed.

The Clocks Were Striking Midnight And The Rooms Were Very Still As A Figure Glided Quietly From Bed To Bed, Smoothing A Coverlid Here, Settling A Pillow There, And Pausing To Look Long And Tenderly At Each Unconscious Face, To Kiss Each With Lips That Mutely Blessed, And To Pray The Fervent Prayers Which Only Mothers Utter.

November Is The Most Disagreeable Month In The Whole Year.

Now We Are Expected To Be As Wise As Men Who Have Had Generations Of All The Help There Is, And We Scarcely Anything.

Oft In The Silence Of The Night, When The Lonely Moon Rides High, When Wintry Winds Are Whistling, And We Hear The Owl's Shrill Cry, In The Quiet, Dusky Chamber, By The Flickering Firelight, Rising Up Between Two Sleepers, Comes A Spirit All In White.

When We Make Little Sacrifices We Like To Have Them Appreciated, At Least.

Conceit Spoils The Finest Genius.

...and The Most Intense Desire Gave Force To Her Passionate Words As The Girl Glanced Despairingly About The Dreary Room Like A Caged Creature On The Point Of Breaking Loose.

Don't Try To Make Me Grow Up Before My Time.

Cheerfulness Can Change Misfortune Into Love And Friends.

Dolls Are Safe Companions.

I Asked For Bread, And I Got A Stone In The Shape Of A Pedestal.

Watch And Pray, Dear, Never Get Tired Of Trying, And Never Think It Is Impossible To Conquer Your Fault.

…what Splendid Dreams Young People Build Upon A Word, And How Bitter Is The Pain When The Bright Bubbles Burst.

Housekeeping Ain't No Joke.

Nothing Remained But Loneliness And Grief.

... Swept Into The Giddy Vortex Which Keeps So Many Young People Revolving Aimlessly, Till They Go Down Or Are Cast Upon The Shore, Wrecks Of What They Might Have Been

. . . For When Women Are The Advisers, The Lords Of Creation Don't Take The Advice Till They Have Persuaded Themselves That It Is Just What They Intended To Do. Then They Act Upon It, And, If It Succeeds, They Give The Weaker Vessel Half The Credit Of It. If It Fails, They Generously Give Her The Whole.

Life And Love Are Very Precious When Both Are In Full Bloom.

One Of The Sweet Things About Pain And Sorrow Is That They Show Us How Well We Are Loved, How Much Kindness There Is In The World, And How Easily We Can Make Others Happy In The Same Way When They Need Help And Sympathy.

...and Best Of All, The Wilderness Of Books, In Which She Could Wander, Where She Liked, Made The Library A Region Of Bliss To Her.

...and Jo Laid The Rustling Sheets Together With A Careful Hand, As One Might Shut The Covers Of A Lovely Romance, Which Holds The Reader Fast Till The End Comes, And He Finds Himself Alone In The Work-a-day World Again.

There Was A Good Deal Of Laughing And Kissing And Explaining, In The Simple, Loving Fashion Which Makes These Home-festivals So Pleasant At The Time, So Sweet To Remember Long Afterward, And Then All Fell To Work.

Far Away There In The Sunshine Are My Highest Aspirations. I May Not Reach Them, But I Can Look Up And See Their Beauty, Believe In Them, And Try To Follow Where They Lead.

Now I'm Beginning To Live A Little And Feel Less Like A Sick Oyster At Low Tide.

Salt Is Like Good-humor, And Nearly Every Thing Is Better For A Pinch Of It.

Cast Your Bread Upon The Waters, And After Many Days It Will Come Back Buttered.

People Want To Be Amused, Not Preached At, You Know. Morals Don't Sell Nowadays.

I Don't Think It's Fair For Some Girls To Have Plenty Of Pretty Things, And Other Girls Nothing At All.

If You Feel Your Value Lies In Being Merely Decorative, I Fear That Someday You Might Find Yourself Believing That’s All That You Really Are. Time Erodes All Such Beauty, But What It Cannot Diminish Is The Wonderful Workings Of Your Mind: Your Humor, Your Kindness, And Your Moral Courage. These Are The Things I Cherish So In You. I So Wish I Could Give My Girls A More Just World. But I Know You’ll Make It A Better Place." -- Marmee, Little Women

…in Silence Learned The Sweet Solace Which Affection Administers To Sorrow.

It's A Great Comfort To Have An Artistic Sister.

Work Is And Always Has Been My Salvation And I Thank The Lord For It.

They Were Enjoying The Happy Hour That Seldom Comes But Once In Any Life, The Magical Moment Which Bestows Youth On The Old, Beauty On The Plain, Wealth On The Poor, And Gives Human Hearts A Foretaste Of Heaven.

…i Can't Help Seeing That You Are Very Lonely, And Sometimes There Is A Hungry Look In Your Eyes That Goes To My Heart.

I'll Try And Be What He Loves To Call Me, 'a Little Woman,' And Not Be Rough And Wild, But Do My Duty Here Instead Of Wanting To Be Somewhere Else.

Life Is My University, And I Hope To Graduate From It With Some Distinction.

Let My Name Stand Among Those Who Are Willing To Bear Ridicule And Reproach For The Truth's Sake, And So Earn Some Right To Rejoice When The Victory Is Won.

The Rooms Were Very Still While The Pages Were Softly Turned And The Winter Sunshine Crept In To Touch The Bright Heads And Serious Faces With A Christmas Greeting.

A Time Will Come When You Will Find That In Gaining A Brief Joy You Have Lost Your Peace Forever.

Jo Had Learned That Hearts, Like Flowers, Cannot Be Rudely Handled, But Must Open Naturally.

Some People Seemed To Get All Sunshine, And Some All Shadow.

Money Is The Root Of All Evil, And Yet It Is Such A Useful Root That We Cannot Get On Without It Any More Than We Can Without Potatoes.

Six Weeks Is A Long Time To Wait, And A Still Longer Time For A Girl To Keep A Secret.

Energy Is More Attractive Than Beauty In A Man.

It's Lovely To See People So Happy.

Be Worthy Love, And Love Will Come.

A Faithful Friend Is A Strong Defense; And He That Hath Found Him Hath Found A Treasure.

I Often Think Flowers Are The Angels' Alphabet Whereby They Write On Hills And Fields Mysterious And Beautiful Lessons For Us To Feel And Learn.

Dear Me, If Men And Women Would Only Trust, Understand, And Help One Another As My Children Do, What A Capital Place The World Would Be!

Mothers Can Forgive Anything!

…for No Matter How Lost And Soiled And Worn-out Wandering Sons May Be, Mothers Can Forgive And Forget Every Thing As They Fold Them Into Their Fostering Arms. Happy The Son Whose Faith In His Mother Remains Unchanged, And Who, Through All His Wanderings, Has Kept Some Filial Token To Repay Her Brave And Tender Love.

Forgive And Forget

Mac Looked Up With The Oddest Of All His Odd Expressions

Resolved To Take Fate By The Throat And Shake A Living Out Of Her.

I'm Perfectly Miserable; But If You Consider Me Presentable, I Die Happy.

Fame Is A Very Good Thing To Have In The House, But Cash Is More Convenient.

Rule Yourself. Love Your Neighbor. Do The Duty That Lies Nearest You.

Everybody Has Their Days Of Misfortune.

Go On With Your Work As Usual, For Work Is A Blessed Solace.

A Kiss For A Blow Is Always Best, Though It's Not Very Easy To Give It Sometimes.

The Thought That, Insignificant As She Was, She Yet Might Do Some Good, Made Her Very Careful Of Her Acts And Words, And So Anxious To Keep Head Contented And Face Happy, That She Forgot Her Clothes, And Made Others Do The Same. She Did Not Know It, But That Good Old Fashion Of Simplicity Made The Plain Gowns Pretty, And The Grace Of Unconsciousness Beautified Their Little Wearer With The Charm That Makes Girlhood Sweetest To Those Who Truly Love And Reverence It.

My Definition (of A Philosopher) Is Of A Man Up In A Balloon, With His Family And Friends Holding The Ropes Which Confine Him To Earth And Trying To Haul Him Down.

Family And Friends

Don't Cry So Bitterly, But Remember This Day, And Resolve With All Your Soul That You Will Never Know Another Like It.

Elegance Has A Bad Effect On My Constitution.

Simple, Sincere People Seldom Speak Much Of Their Piety; It Shows Itself In Acts Rather Than Words, And Has More Influence Than Homilies Or Protestations.

We'll All Grow Up Someday, Meg, We Might As Well Know What We Want. ~amy March~

I Think She Is Growing Up, And So Begins To Dream Dreams, And Have Hopes And Fears And Fidgets, Without Knowing Why Or Being Able To Explain Them.

But Many Of The Bravest Never Are Known, And Get No Praise. That Does Not Lessen Their Beauty.

But The Spirit Of Eve Is Strong In All Her Daughters.

I Had A Pleasant Time With My Mind, For It Was Happy.

My Only Answer Is, If My Grave Stood Open On One Side And You Upon The Other I'd Go Into My Grave Before I Would Take One Step To Meet You.

Where The Heart Is The Mind Works Best.

You Have Grown Abominably Lazy, And You Like Gossip, And Waste Time On Frivolous Things, You Are Contented To Be Petted And Admired By Silly People, Instead Of Being Loved And Respected By Wise Ones.

Rivalry Adds So Much To The Charms Of One's Conquests.

Fame Is A Pearl Many Dive For And Only A Few Bring Up. Even When They Do, It Is Not Perfect, And They Sigh For More, And Lose Better Things In Struggling For Them.

Love Is A Great Beautifier.

Simple, Genuine Goodness Is The Best Capital To Found The Business Of This Life Upon. It Lasts When Fame And Money Fail, And Is The Only Riches We Can Take Out Of This World With Us.

Prosperity Suits Some People, And They Blossom Best In A Glow Of Sunshine; Others Need The Shade, And Are The Sweeter For A Touch Of Frost.

He Was The First, The Only Love Her Life, And In A Nature Like Hers Such Passions Take Deep Root And Die-hard.

A Little Kingdom I Possess, Where Thoughts And Feelings Dwell; And Very Hard The Task I Find Of Governing It Well.

…misfortune Was Much More Interesting To Her Than Good Luck.

I Can't Get Over My Disappointment In Not Being A Boy.

…often Between Ourselves And Those Nearest And Dearest To Us There Exists A Reserve Which It Is Very Hard To Overcome.

Every House Needs A Grandmother In It.

I Never Knew How Much Like Heaven This World Could Be, When Two People Love And Live For One Another!

People Don't Have Fortunes Left Them In That Style Nowadays; Men Have To Work And Women To Marry For Money. It's A Dreadfully Unjust World.

I Like To Help Women Help Themselves, As That Is, In My Opinion, The Best Way To Settle The Woman Question. Whatever We Can Do And Do Well We Have A Right To, And I Don't Think Any One Will Deny Us.

I Do Like Men Who Come Out Frankly And Own That They Are Not Gods.

Love Is Apt To Make Lunatics Of Even Men And Saints.

I Like Good Strong Words That Mean Something.

Persuasive Influences Are Better Than Any Amount Of Moralizing.

...a Capital Patient, As She Never Died And Never Got Well.

The Female Population Exceeds The Male, You Know, Especially In New England, Which Accounts For The High State Of Culture We Are In, Perhaps.

Jo's Breath Gave Out Here, And Wrapping Her Head In The Paper, She Bedewed Her Little Story With A Few Natural Tears, For To Be Independent And Earn The Praise Of Those She Loved Were The Dearest Wishes Of Her Heart, And This Seemed To Be The First Step Toward That Happy End.

But Buds Will Be Roses, And Kittens, Cats - More's The Pity.

Wealth Is Certainly A Most Desirable Thing, But Poverty Has Its Sunny Side, And One Of The Sweet Uses Of Adversity Is The Genuine Satisfaction Which Comes From Hearty Work Of Head Or Hand, And To The Inspiration Of Necessity, We Owe Half The Wise, Beautiful, And Useful Blessings Of The World.

I For One Don't Want To Be Ranked Among Idiots, Felons, And Minors Any Longer, For I Am None Of Them.

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