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. Dan
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 'sme...
For 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 recei...
Fame is a very good thing to have in the house, but cash is more convenient, so I wish to take the sense of the meeting on this important subject, said Jo, calling a family council.
Don't laugh, but your nose is such a comfort to me, and Amy softly caressed the well-cut feature with artistic satisfaction.
Don't cry so bitterly, but remember this day, and resolve with all your soul that you will never know another like it.
Do you consider shoes unhealthy? he asked, surveying the socks with respectful interest
Conceit spoils the finest genius.
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...
Christie loved books; and the attic next her own was full of them. To this store she found her way by a sort of instinct as sure as that which leads a fly to a honey-pot, and, finding many novels, she...
But please hug and kiss me, everyone, and don't mind my dress, I want a great many crumples of this sort put into it today.
Better lose your life than your soul, and one such passion leads to worse sins,
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 t...
Believe this heartily, and go to God with all your little cares, and hopes, and sins, and sorrows, as freely and confidingly as you come to your mother.
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.
Ah, if I could only feel assured that it was right and not a blind impulse of a weak woman's heart!' ~Rosamond
A quick temper, sharp tongue, and restless spirit were always getting her into scrapes, and her life was a series of ups and downs, which were both comic and pathetic.
For love casts out fear, and gratitude can conquer pride.
And I make so many beginnings there never will be an end.
Replied Mrs. March, who took peculiar pleasure in granting Beth's requests because she so seldom asked anything for herself.