Study of Shakespeare helped her to read character, or
Laughter. Glad to find you so merry, my girls, said a cheery
Flying far out to sea, and happy all alone. Meg is the turtledove,
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.
You think then, that it is better to have a few duties and live a little for others, do you?
You love him still and struggle against your love, feeling that it will undo you. He knows this and he will tempt you by every lure he can devise, every deceit he can employ. Sorrow and sin will surel...
You have said that a dozen times within the last three weeks. I dare say, short answers save trouble.
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 lon...
You can go through the world with your elbows out and your nose in the air, and call it independence, if you like. That's not my way.
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.
Yes, you do. You get everything you want out of people. I don't know how you do it, but you are a born wheedler. Thank you. Fire away.
With that brave, cheery reply, the four blue eyes turned toward the chest under the window, and the kind moon did her best to light up the tiny tree standing there. A very pitiful little tree it was—o...
Why everybody liked him was what puzzled Jo, at first. He was neither rich nor great, young nor handsome, in no respect what is called fascinating, imposing, or brilliant, and yet he was as attractive...
What right have I to more gay gowns, when some poor babies have none; or to spend time making myself fine, while there is so much bitter want in the world?
What a strange yet pleasant day that was. So brilliant and gay without, for all the world
We’ll never draw that curtain any more, and I give you leave to look as much as you like. I just wish, though, instead of peeping, you’d come over and see us.
We can't any of us do all we would like, but we can do our best for every case that comes to us, and that helps amazingly.
There, I’ve done my best. If that wont do, I shall have to wait till I can do better.
There is no other help or hope for human weakness but God's love and patience.
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 chirpi...