We'll all grow up Meg, no pretending we won't.
Virtue was its own reward.
Thank goodness, I can always find something funny to keep me up.
Perhaps it would have been better if he had killed me; my life is spoilt.
John Brooke is acting dreadfully, and Meg likes it!
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 wish...
It's my dreadful temper! I try to cure it, I think I have, and then it breaks out worse than ever. Oh,
If I didn't care about doing right and didn't feel uncomfortable doing wrong, I should get on capitally.
I gave my best to the country I love, and kept my tears till he was gone. Why should I complain, when we both have merely done our duty and will surely be the happier for it in the end? If I don't see...
But, like all happiness, it did not last long,
Love is a great beautifier.
…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.
…she never had what she wanted till she had given up hoping for,' said Mrs. Meg.
…it is so much better to work for others than for one's self alone.
…he felt he could willingly give his life for them.
…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 r...
Vacation is
You are the gull, Jo, strong and wild, fond of the storm and the wind, flying far out to sea, and happy all alone.
That's loving our neighbor better than ourselves, and I like it.
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.