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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.

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Laurie, You're An Angel!

Louisa May Alcott

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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.

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…it Is So Much Better To Work For Others Than For One's Self Alone.

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

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!

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The Girls Gave Their Hearts Into Their Mother's Keeping-their Souls Into Their Father's; And To Both Parents, Who Lived And Labored So Faithfully For Them, They Gave A Love That Grew With Their Growth, And Bound Them Tenderly Together By The Sweetest Tie Which Blesses Life And Outlives Death.

And The Good Fairy Said, I Won't Leave You Money Or Pretty Dresses But I Will Leave You The Spirit To Seek Your Fortune From Your Own Efforts.

...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.

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.

Young People Think They Never Can Change, But They Do In The Most Wonderful Manner, And Very Few Die Of Broken Hearts.

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.

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.

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.

Souls And Bodies Should Go On Together.

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

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

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

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.

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

He Looked At Her An Instant, For The Effect Of The Graceful Girlish Figure With Pale, Passionate Face And Dark Eyes Full Of Sorrow, Pride And Resolution Was Wonderfully Enhanced By The Gloom Of The Great Room, And Glimpses Of A Gathering Storm In The Red Autumn Sky.

People Cannot Be Molded Like Clay.

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

When Jo's Conservative Sister Meg Says She Must Turn Up Her Hair Now That She Is A "young Lady," Jo Shouts, "i'm Not! And If Turning Up My Hair Makes Me One, I'll Wear It In Two Tails Till I'm Twenty.... I Hate To Think I've Got To Grow Up, And Be Miss March, And Wear Long Gowns, And Look As Prim As A China Aster! It's Bad Enough To Be A Girl Anyway, When I Like Boys' Games And Work And Manners! I Can't Get Over My Disappointment In Not Being A Boy; And It's Worse Than Ever Now, For I'm Dying To Go And Fight With Papa, And I Can Only Stay At Home And Knit, Like A Poky Old Woman.

It Was Easier To Do A Friendly Thing Than It Was To Stay And Be Thanked For It.

Where's The Use Of Looking Nice, When No One Sees Me But Those Cross Midgets, And No One Cares Whether I'm Pretty Or Not?

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.

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.

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.

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

Marmee: Oh, Jo. Jo, You Have So Many Extraordinary Gifts; How Can You Expect To Lead An Ordinary Life? You’re Ready To Go Out And – And Find A Good Use For Your Talent. Tho’ I Don’t Know What I Shall Do Without My Jo. Go, And Embrace Your Liberty. And See What Wonderful Things Come Of It.

The Small Hopes And Plans And Pleasures Of Children Should Be Tenderly Respected By Grown-up People, And Never Rudely Thwarted Or Ridiculed.

Education Is Not Confined To Books, And The Finest Characters Often Graduate From No College, But Make Experience Their Master, And Life Their Book. [some Care] Only For The Mental Culture, And [are] In Danger Of Over-studying, Under The Delusion . . . That Learning Must Be Had At All Costs, Forgetting That Health And Real Wisdom Are Better.

…jo Loved A Few Persons Very Dearly And Dreaded To Have Their Affection Lost Or Lessened In Any Way.

She Is Too Fond Of Books, And It Has Turned Her Brain.

Don't Mind Me. I'm As Happy As A Cricket Here.

Go Out More, Keep Cheerful As Well As Busy, For You Are The Sunshine-maker Of The Family, And If You Get Dismal There Is No Fair Weather.

Meg's High-heeled Slippers Were Dreadfully Tight, And Hurt Her, Though She Would Not Own It; And Jo's Nineteen Hair-pins All Seemed Stuck Straight Into Her Head, Which Was Not Exactly Comfortable; But, Dear Me, Let Us Be Elegant Or Die.

Power Is A Dangerous Thing. Be Careful That You Don't Abuse It Or Let It Make A Tyrant Of You.

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

Housekeeping Ain't No Joke.

All Is Fish That Comes To The Literary Net. Goethe Puts His Joys And Sorrows Into Poems, I Turn My Adventures Into Bread And Butter.

She Fell Into The Moody, Miserable State Of Mind Which Often Comes When Strong Wills Have To Yield To The Inevitable.

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.

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.

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

…tomorrow Was Her Birthday, And She Was Thinking How Fast The Years Went By, How Old She Was Getting, And How Little She Seemed To Have Accomplished. Almost Twenty-five And Nothing To Show For It.

I’m Not Like The Rest Of You; I Never Made Any Plans About What I’d Do When I Grew Up; I Never Thought Of Being Married, As You Did. I Couldn’t Seem To Imagine Myself Anything But Stupid Little Beth, Trotting About At Home, Of No Use Anywhere But There. I Never Wanted To Go Away, And The Hard Part Now Is Leaving You All. I’m Not Afraid, But It Seems As If I Should Be Homesick For You Even In Heaven.

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.

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

I'm Afraid I Couldn't Like Him Without A Spice Of Human Naughtiness.

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

Liberty Must Not Be Abused.

I Like Good Strong Words That Mean Something.

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

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Nothing Seemed Impossible In The Beginning.

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

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

If We Are All Alive Ten Years Hence, Let's Meet, And See How Many Of Us Have Got Our Wishes, Or How Much Nearer We Are Then Than Now.

Hither,hither, From Thy Home,airy Sprite, I Bid Thee Come! Born Of Roses, Fed On Dew, Charms And Potions Canst Thow Brew? Bring Me Here, With Elfin Speed,the Fragment Philter Witch I Need; Make It Sweet And Swift And Stong, Spirite Amserw Now My Song Hither I Come, From My Airy Home, Afar Silver Moon. Take Magic Spell, And Use It Well. Or Its Powers Will Vanish Soon!

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

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

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I Never Wanted To Go Away, And The Hard Part Now Is The Leaving You All. I'm Not Afraid, But It Seems As If I Should Be Homesick For You Even In Heaven.

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

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Don't Shut Yourself Up In A Band Box Because You Are A Woman, But Understand What Is Going On, And Educate Yourself To Take Part In The World's Work, For It All Affects You And Yours.

…that's What Old People Are Here For, — Else Their Experience Is Of Little Use.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

Good, Old-fashioned Ways Keep Hearts Sweet, Heads Sane, Hands Busy.

Men Are Always Ready To Die For Us, But Not To Make Our Lives Worth Having. Cheap Sentiment And Bad Logic.

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

Beth Could Not Reason Upon Or Explain The Faith That Gave Her Courage And Patience To Give Up Life, And Cheerfully Wait For Death. Like A Confiding Child, She Asked No Questions, But Left Everything To God And Nature, Father And Mother Of Us All, Feeling Sure That They, And They Only, Could Teach And Strengthen Heart And Spirit For This Life And The Life To Come.

John Brooke Is Acting Dreadfully, And Meg Likes It!

Sympathy Is A Sweet Thing.

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.

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

Wild Roses Are Fairest, And Nature A Better Gardener Than Art.

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

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.

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

…proved That Woman Isn't A Half But A Whole Human Being, And Can Stand Alone.

Painful As It May Be, A Significant Emotional Event Can Be The Catalyst For Choosing A Direction That Serves Us - And Those Around Us - More Effectively. Look For The Learning.

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.

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

Father Asked Us What Was God's Noblest Work. Anna Said Men, But I Said Babies. Men Are Often Bad, But Babies Never Are.

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

I Keep Turning Over New Leaves, And Spoiling Them, As I Used To Spoil My Copybooks; And I Make So Many Beginnings There Never Will Be An End. (jo March)

Elegance Has A Bad Effect On My Constitution.

Conceit Spoils The Finest Genius?and The Great Charm Of All Power Is Modesty.

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

Some Stories Are So Familiar Its Like Going Home.

…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.

Positive Attitude

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

Jo Began To Dance A Jig,...amy Nearly Fell Out Of The Window In Her Surprise, And Meg Exclaimed, With Uplifted Hands, 'well I Do Believe The World Is Coming To An End!

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.

I Was Thinking What A Curious Thing Love Is; Only A Sentiment, And Yet It Has Power To Make Fools Of Men And Slaves Of Women.

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.

Books Have Been My Greatest Comfort, Castle-building A Never-failing Delight, And Scribbling A Very Profitable Amusement.

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.

We've Got Minds And Souls As Well As Hearts; Ambition And Talents As Well As Beauty And Accomplishments; And We Want To Live And Learn As Well As Love And Be Loved. I'm Sick Of Being Told That Is All A Woman Is Fit For! I Won't Have Anything To Do With Love Until I Prove That I Am Something Beside A Housekeeper And A Baby-tender!

Have Your Fun, My Dear; But If You Must Earn Your Bread, Try To Make It Sweet With Cheerfulness, Not Bitter With The Daily Regret That It Isn't Cake.

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

Keep Good Company, Read Good Books, Love Good Things And Cultivate Soul And Body As Faithfully As You Can

Preserve Your Memories, Keep Them Well, What You Forget You Can Never Retell.

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

Better Lose Your Life Than Your Soul.

Love Is A Great Beautifier.

[jo To Her Mother] I Knew There Was Mischief Brewing. I Felt It And Now It's Worse Than I Imagined. I Just Wish I Could Marry Meg Myself, And Keep Her Safe In The Family.

It's Lovely To See People So Happy.

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

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.

I Want To Do Something Splendid… Something Heroic Or Wonderful That Won’t Be Forgotten After I’m Dead… I Think I Shall Write Books.

The Humblest Tasks Get Beautified If Loving Hands Do Them.

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

Ridicule Is Often Harder To Bear Than Self-denial.

You Are Like A Chestnut Burr, Prickly Outside, But Silky-soft Within, And A Sweet Kernel, If One Can Only Get At It. Love Will Make You Show Your Heart Some Day, And Then The Rough Burr Will Fall Off.

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.

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

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

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

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

Happy Is The Son Whose Faith In His Mother Remains Unchallenged.

I Hate Ordinary People!

Everybody Has Their Days Of Misfortune.

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

Now And Then Genius Carries All Before It, But Not Often. We Have To Climb Slowly, With Many Slips And Falls.

Where I Wholly Love I Wholly Trust.

...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.

Youth, Health And Freedom Were Meant To Be Enjoyed And I Want To Try Every Pleasure Before I Am Too Old To Enjoy Them.

Were Meant To Be

Far Away There In The Sunshine Are My Highest Aspirations.

Every House Needs A Grandmother In It.

Christmas Won't Be Christmas Without Any Presents.

Prove That You Understand The Worth Of Time By Employing It Well.

Well, I Am Happy, And I Won't Fret, But It Does Seem As If The More One Gets The More One Wants.

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.

I Shall Keep My Book On The Table Here, And Read A Little Every Morning As Soon As I Wake, For I Know It Will Do Me Good, And Help Me Through The Day.

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

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.

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.

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

We Don't Choose Our Talents; But We Needn't Hide Them In A Napkin Because They Are Not Just What We Want.

Young Men Often Laugh At The Sensible Girls Whom They Secretly Respect, And Affect To Admire The Silly Ones Whom They Secretly Despise, Because Earnestness, Intelligence, And Womanly Dignity Are Not The Fashion.

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

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

I Could Have Been A Great Many Things.

Could Have Been

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

In The Midst Of Her Tears Came The Thought, "when People Are In Danger, They Ask God To Save Them;" And, Slipping Down Upon Her Knees, She Said Her Prayer As She Had Never Said It Before, For When Human Help Seems Gone We Turn To Him As Naturally As Lost Children Cry To Their Father, And Feel Sure That He Will Hear And Answer Them.

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

Wouldn't It Be Fun If All The Castles In The Air Which We Make Could Come True And We Could Live In Them?

Human Minds Are More Full Of Mysteries Than Any Written Book And More Changeable Than The Cloud Shapes In The Air.

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

We All Have Our Own Life To Pursue, Our Own Kind Of Dream To Be Weaving, And We All Have The Power To Make Wishes Come True, As Long As We Keep Believing.

I Am Lonely, Sometimes, But I Dare Say It's Good For Me.

{mrs. March To Jo} You Are Too Much Alike And Too Fond Of Freedom, Not To Mention Hot Tempers And Strong Wills, To Get On Happily Together, In A Relation Which Needs Infinite Patience And Forbearance, As Well As Love.

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

Energy Is More Attractive Than Beauty In A Man.

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.

Be Comforted, Dear Soul! There Is Always Light Behind The Clouds.

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.

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.

Love Is The Only Thing That We Can Carry With Us When We Go, And It Makes The End So Easy.

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

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

Mac Looked Up With The Oddest Of All His Odd Expressions

Beth Ceased To Fear Him From That Moment, And Sat There Talking To Him As Cozily As If She Had Known Him All Her Life, For Love Casts Out Fear, And Gratitude Can Conquer Pride.

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.

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

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'd Have A Stable Full Of Arabian Steeds, Rooms Piled With Books, And I'd Write Out Of A Magic Inkstand, So That My Works Should Be As Famous As Laurie's Music. I Want To Do Something Splendid Before I Go Into My Castle,-something Heroic, Or Wonderful,-that Won't Be Forgotten After I'm Dead. I Don't Know What, But I'm On The Watch For It, And Mean To Astonish You All, Some Day. I Think I Shall Write Books, And Get Rich And Famous; That Would Suit Me, So That Is My Favorite Dream.

Life Is Like College; May I Graduate And Earn Some Honors.

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

During The Fifteen Minutes That Followed, The Proud And Sensitive Girl Suffered A Shame And Pain Which She Never Forgot. To Others It Might Seem A Ludicrous Or Trivial Affair, But To Her It Was A Hard Experience, For During The Twelve Years Of Her Life She Had Been Governed By Love Alone

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

…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.

Right Jo Better Be Happy Old Maids Than Unhappy Wives Or Unmaidenly Girls Running About To Find Husbands.

I'd Rather Take Coffee Than Compliments Just Now.

I've Neither Beauty, Money, Nor Rank, Yet Every Foolish Boy Mistakes My Frank Interest For Something Warmer, And Makes Me Miserable. It Is My Misfortune. Think Of Me What You Will, But Beware Of Me In Time, For Against My Will I May Do You Harm.

We'll All Grow Up Meg, No Pretending We Won't.

I Love My Liberty Too Well To Be In A Hurry To Give It Up For Any Mortal Man.

Where The Heart Is The Mind Works Best.

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.

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.

She Had A Womanly Instinct That Clothes Possess An Influence More Powerful Over Many Than The Worth Of Character Or The Magic Of Manners.

Your Father, Jo. He Never Loses Patience, Never Doubts Or Complains, But Always Hopes, And Works And Waits So Cheerfully That One Is Ashamed To Do Otherwise Before Him.

Dear Me! How Happy And Good We'd Be, If We Had No Worries!

Be Worthy Love, And Love Will Come.

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.

Christmas Won't Be Christmas Without Any Presents," Grumbled Jo, Lying On The Rug. "it's So Dreadful To Be Poor!" Sighed Meg, Looking Down At Her Old Dress. "i Don't Think It's Fair For Some Girls To Have Plenty Of Pretty Things, And Other Girls Nothing At All," Added Little Amy, With An Injured Sniff. "we've Got Father And Mother, And Each Other," Said Beth Contentedly From Her Corner.

Don't Laugh At The Spinsters, Dear Girls, For Often Very Tender, Tragic Romances Are Hidden Away In The Hearts That Beat So Quietly Under The Sober Gowns, And Many Silent Sacrifices Of Youth, Health, Ambition, Love Itself, Make The Faded Faces Beautiful In God's Sight. Even The Sad, Sour Sisters Should Be Kindly Dealt With, Because They Have Missed The Sweetest Part Of Life, If For No Other Reason.

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