I'm tired of praise; and love is very sweet, when it is simple and sincere like this.
I like good strong words that mean something…
I hate ordinary people!
And mother-like, Mrs. Jo forgot the threatened chastisement in tender lamentations over the happy scapegrace…
…in silence learned the sweet solace which affection administers to sorrow.
…but I never shall be very wise, I'm afraid.
Was a long upper hall full
In her secret soul, however, she decided that politics were as bad as mathematics, and that the mission of politicians seemed to be calling each other names…
I wish I had no heart, it aches so…
"Stay" is a charming word in a friend's vocabulary.
Many can argue not many converse.
I almost wish I hadn't any conscience, it's so inconvenient. If I didn't care about doing right, and didn't feel uncomfortable when doing wrong, I should get on capitally. I can't help wishing, someti...
…proved that woman isn't a half but a whole human being, and can stand alone.
…and Aunt Jo retired, satisfied with the success of her last trap to catch a sunbeam.
Suit
Tired of my own company, I suppose, now I've seen so much better.
The dirt is picturesque, so I don't mind.
Tell them I think of them by day, pray for them by night, and find my best comfort in their affection at all times.
Keep good company, read good books, love good things and cultivate soul and body as faithfully as you can
Every few weeks she would shut herself up in her room, put on her scribbling suit, and fall into a vortex as she expressed it, writing away at her novel with all her heart and soul, for till that was...