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I've Learned To Check The Hasty Words That Rise To My Lips, And When I Feel That They Mean To Break Out Against My Will, I Just Go Away For A Minute, And Give Myself A Little Shake For Being So Weak And Wicked.

-Louisa May Alcott

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I've Learned To Check

Louisa May Alcott

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I've Learned To Check The Hasty Words That Rise To My Lips, And When I Feel That They Mean To Break Out Against My Will, I Just Go Away For A Minute, And Give Myself A Little Shake For Being So Weak And Wicked.

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…she Was One Of Those Happily Created Beings Who Please Without Effort, Make Friends Everywhere, And Take Life So Gracefully And Easily That Less Fortunate Souls Are Tempted To Believe That Such Are Born Under A Lucky Star.

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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.

Poor Dull Concord. Nothing Colorful Has Come Through Here Since The Redcoats.

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Forgive And Forget

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Because They Are Mean Is No Reason Why I Should Be. I Hate Such Things, And Though I Think I've A Right To Be Hurt, I Don't Intend To Show It. (amy March)

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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.

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

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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.

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I Mean That It Is More Natural For Me To Be Wicked Than Virtuous, When I Do A Bad Act, And I've Done Many, I Never Feel Wither Shame, Remorse Or Fear, I Sometimes Wish It Was Not Necessary As I Don't Like The Trouble, But As For Any Moral Sense Of Principle, I Haven't A Particle. Many People Are Like Me As Actions Prove, But They Are Not So Frank In Owning It And Insist On Keeping Up The Humbug Of Virtue.

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If I Didn't Care About Doing Right And Didn't Feel Uncomfortable Doing Wrong, I Should Get On Capitally.

Do The Things You Know, And You Shall Learn The Truth You Need To Know.

She Preferred Imaginary Heroes To Real Ones, Because When Tired Of Them, The Former Could Be Shut Up In The Tin Kitchen Till Called For, And The Latter Were Less Manageable.

Nothing Provokes Speculation More Than The Sight Of A Woman Enjoying Herself." -

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Love Is A Beautifier.

Oh Dear, Life Is Pretty Tough Sometimes, Isn't It?

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It Was Fortunate That Tea Was At Hand, To Produce A Lull And Provide Refreshment,— For They Would Have Been Hoarse And Faint If They Had Gone On Much Longer.

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 Don't Like Favors; They Oppress And Make Me Fell Like A Slave. I'd Rather Do Everything For Myself, And Be Perfectly Independent.

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.

Madam De Stael Pronounced Architecture To Be Frozen Music; So Is Statuary Crystalized Spirituality.

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

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

It Takes Three Or Four Women To Get Each Man Into, Through, And Out Of The World.

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.

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.

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.

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When I Had Youth I Had No Money; Now I Have The Money I Have No Time; And When I Get The Time, If I Ever Do, I Shall Have No Health To Enjoy Life. I Suppose It's The Discipline I Need; But It's Rather Hard To Love The Things I Do, And See Them Go By Because Duty Chains Me To My Galley. If I Ever Come Into Port With All Sails Set, That Will Be My Reward Perhaps.

You May Try Your Experiment For A Week And See How You Like It. I Think By Saturday Night You Will Find That All Play And No Work Is As Bad As All Work And No Play

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Ridicule Is Often Harder To Bear Than Self-denial.

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Liberty Must Not Be Abused.

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

Love And Loyalty If Ever Men And Women Are Their Simplest, Sincerest Selves, It Is When Suffering Softens The One, And Sympathy Strengthens The Other.

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Elegance Has A Bad Effect On My Constitution.

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 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.

Nothing Remained But Loneliness And Grief.

Conceit Spoils The Finest Genius.

A Real Gentleman Is As Polite To A Little Girl As To A Woman.

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

Jo's Ambition Was To Do Something Very Splendid; What It Was She Had No Idea, As Yet, But Left It For Time To Tell Her.

Where The Heart Is The Mind Works Best.

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

Dolls Are Safe Companions.

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.

I Will Make A Battering-ram Of My Head And Make My Way Through This Rough And Tumble World.

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"stay" Is A Charming Word In A Friend's Vocabulary.

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Dan Clung To Her In Speechless Gratitude, Feeling The Blessedness Of Mother Love, — That Divine Gift Which Comforts, Purifies, And Strengthens All Who Seek It.

What Do Girls Do Who Haven't Any Mothers To Help Them Through Their Troubles?

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

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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.

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All The Worse For The Undeniable Talent Which Hides The Evil So Subtly And Makes The Danger So Delightful.

In The Books I Read The Sinners Are Always More Interesting Than The Saints, And In Real Life Good People Are Dismally Dull. I've No Desire To Be Wicked, But I Do Want To Be Happy. A Short Life And A Gay One For Me And I'm Willing To Pay For My Pleasure If It Is Necessary.

She Began To See That Character Is A Better Possession Than Money, Rank, Intellect, Or Beauty, And To Feel That If Greatness Is What A Wise Man Has Defined It To Be, 'truth, Reverence, And Good Will,' Then Her Friend Friedrich Bhaer Was Not Only Good, But Great.

The Fear Of Being An Old Maid Made Young Girls Rush Into Matrimony With A Recklessness That Astonishes.

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I Have Nothing To Give But My Heart So Full And These Empty Hands." "they're Not Empty Now.

To Marry Without Love Betrays As Surely As To Love Without Marriage.

It’s Amazing How Lovely Common Things Become, If One Only Knows How To Look At Them.

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

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.

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

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

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

The Emerging Woman ... Will Be Strong-minded, Strong-hearted, Strong-souled, And Strong-bodied...strength And Beauty Must Go Together.

Be Worthy Love, And Love Will Come.

So She Enjoyed Herself Heartily, And Found, What Isn't Always The Case, That Her Granted Wish Was All She Had Hoped.

Mac Looked Up With The Oddest Of All His Odd Expressions

I'd Rather See You Poor Men's Wives, If You Were Happy, Beloved, Contented, Than Queen's On Thrones, Without Self-respect And Peace.

There Is Very Little Real Liberty In The World; Even Those Who Seem Freest Are Often The Most Tightly Bound. Law, Custom, Public Opinion, Fear Or Shame Make Slaves Of Us All, As You Will Find When You Try Your Experiment.

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

Oh, Jo, How Could You? Your One Beauty.

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.

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

Love Scenes, If Genuine, Are Indescribable; For To Those Who Have Enacted Them The Most Elaborate Description Seems Tame, And To Those Who Have Not, The Simplest Picture Seems Overdone.

But, Polly, A Principle That Can't Bear Being Laughed At, Frowned On, And Cold-shouldered, Isn't Worthy Of The Name.

The Mere Possession Of A Gun Is, In Itself, An Urge To Kill, Not Only By Design, But By Accident, By Madness, By Fright, By Bravado.

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

When I Had The Youth I Had No Money, Now I Have The Money I Have No Time, And When I Get The Time, If I Ever Do, I Shall Have No Health To Enjoy Life.

Jo's Face Was A Study Next Day, For The Secret Rather Weighed Upon Her, And She Found It Hard Not To Look Mysterious And Important. Meg Observed It, But Did Not Troubled Herself To Make Inquiries, For She Had Learned That The Best Way To Manage Jo Was By The Law Of Contraries, So She Felt Sure Of Being Told Everything If She Did Not Ask.

Well, If I Can't Be Happy, I Can Be Useful, Perhaps.

…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.

Men Are Often Bad, But Babies Never Are.

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.

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.

Such Hours Are Beautiful To Live, But Very Hard To Describe.

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If Life Is Often So Hard As This, I Don't See How We Ever Shall Get Through It.

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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.

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

Nothing Is Impossible To A Determined Woman.

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