There is a lovely old-fashioned pearl set in the treasure chest, but Mother said real flowers were the prettiest ornament for a young girl, and Laurie promised to send me all I want, replied Meg. Now,...
The dim, dusty room, with the busts staring down from the tall bookcases, the cozy chairs, the globes, and best of all, the wilderness of books in which she could wander where she liked, made the libr...
Tell me how you do it, Marmee dear. My good mother used to help me... As you do us... interrupted Jo, with a grateful kiss. But I lost her when I was a little older than you are,
Take some books and read; that's an immense help; and books are always good company if you have the right sort.
So I did, Beth. Well, I think we are. For though we do have to work, we make fun of ourselves,
Our burdens are here, our road is before us, and the longing for goodness and happiness is the guide that leads us through many troubles and mistakes to the peace which is a true Celestial City.
Nuestras cargas están aquí, nuestro camino está delante de nosotras y el deseo de bondad y felicidad es el guía que nos dirige a través de muchas penas y equivocaciones hasta la paz, que es una verdad...
No woman should give her happiness into the keeping of a man without fixed principles...
Let's hear the sound of the baby pianny.
Keep bobbing, and we'll come right by and by.
It's so dreadful to be poor! sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress.
It's not half so sensible to leave legacies when one dies as it is to use the money wisely while alive, and enjoy making one's fellow creatures happy with it.
I think we are all hopelessly flawed.
I read somewhere that every inch of rope used in the British Navy has a strand of red in it, so that wherever a bit of it is found it is known. That is the text of my little sermon to you. Virtue, whi...
I never thought I should like to wash dishes, but I do, said Rose, as she sat in a boat after supper lazily rinsing plates in the sea, and rocking luxuriously as she wiped them.
I make so many beginnings there never will be an end,
I know you've got something nice in your pocket, George; give her some,
I can't love anyone else; and I'll never forget you, Jo, never! never! with a stamp to emphasize his passionate words. - Laurie
I beg your pardon for being so rude, but sometimes you forget to put down the curtain at the window where the flowers are. And when the lamps are lighted, it’s like looking at a picture to see the fir...
He was poor, yet always appeared to be giving something away; a stranger, yet everyone was his friend; no longer young, but as happy-hearted as a boy; plain and peculiar, yet his face looked beautiful...