I hate ordinary people!
I am lonely, sometimes, but I dare say it's good for me…
Have regular hours for work and play; make each day both useful and pleasant, and prove that you understand the worth of time by employing it well. Then youth will bring few regrets, and life will bec...
…nothing remained but loneliness and grief…
…feeling as if all the happiness and support of their lives was about to be taken from them.
Stage-struck! cried Meg, and
When we make little sacrifices we like to have them appreciated, at least…
WHERE 'S Polly? asked Fan one snowy afternoon, as she came into the dining-room where Tom was reposing on the sofa with his boots in the air, absorbed in one of those delightful books in which boys ar...
Tired of my own company, I suppose, now I've seen so much better.
The clocks were striking midnight and the rooms were very still as a figure glided quietly from bed to bed, smoothing a coverlet here, settling a pillow there, and pausing to look long and tenderly at...
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.
It is apt to be so, and it is hard to bear; for, though we do not want trumpets blown, we do like to have out little virtues appreciated, and cannot help feeling disappointed if they are not.
It is an excellent plan to have some place where we can go to be quiet, when things vex or grieve us.
I'm perfectly miserable; but if you consider me presentable, I die happy.
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...
Go on with your work as usual, for work is a blessed solace.
As to the other three, if they had been perfection they would not have been real girls, and you could not have wept over their trials and laughed over their pleasures.
Many can argue not many converse.
…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.
…nothing seemed impossible in the beginning…