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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.

-Louisa May Alcott

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Love Is A Flower

Louisa May Alcott

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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.

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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.

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Nothing Remained But Loneliness And Grief.

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.

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…marriage, They Say, Halves One's Rights And Doubles One's Duties.

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

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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.

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The Young People Were Playing That Still More Absorbing Game In Which Hearts Are Always Trumps.

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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.

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.

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

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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.

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.

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

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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.

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

Mothers Can Forgive Anything!

Let Us Be Elegant Or Die! --amy

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

Sympathy Is A Sweet Thing.

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

Dolls Are Safe Companions.

Gentlemen, Be Courteous To The Old Maids, No Matter How Poor And Plain And Prim, For The Only Chivalry Worth Having Is That Which Is The Readiest To To Pay Deference To The Old, Protect The Feeble, And Serve Womankind, Regardless Of Rank, Age, Or Color.

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...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.

I Think This Power Of Living In Our Children Is One Of The Sweetest Things In The World.

…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

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

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

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

For With Eyes Made Clear By Many Tears, And A Heart Softened By The Tenderest Sorrow, She Recognized The Beauty Of Her Sister's Life—uneventful, Unambitious, Yet Full Of The Genuine Virtues Which 'smell Sweet, And Blossom In The Dust', The Self-forgetfulness That Makes The Humblest On Earth Remembered Soonest In Heaven, The True Success Which Is Possible To All.

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Our Actions Are In Our Own Hands, But The Consequences Of Them Are Not. Remember That, My Dear, And Think Twice Before You Do Anything.

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

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

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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.

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.

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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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.

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

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

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

Some Books Are So Familiar That Reading Them Is Like Being Home Again.

...the Love, Respect, And Confidence Of My Children Was The Sweetest Reward I Could Receive For My Efforts To Be The Woman I Would Have Them Copy.

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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John Brooke Is Acting Dreadfully, And Meg Likes It!

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.

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

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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.

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

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

Energy Is More Attractive Than Beauty In A Man.

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

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!

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

People Cannot Be Molded Like Clay.

Is It Not Meningitis?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

I Like Adventures, And I’m Going To Find Some.

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

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.

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

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

Where The Heart Is The Mind Works Best.

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

Love Is A Beautifier.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

We're Twins, And So We Love Each Other More Than Other People.

Love Each Other

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.

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.

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.

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

Cute Best Friend

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

Love Is A Great Beautifier.

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

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

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

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