…misfortune was much more interesting to her than good luck.
…it is so much better to work for others than for one's self alone.
…courage and devotion always stir generous hearts, and win admiration…
…because talent isn't genius, and no amount of energy can make it so. I want to be great, or nothing.
Primmed
Where's the use of looking nice, when no one sees me but those cross midgets, and no one cares whether I'm pretty or not?
The emerging woman ... will be strong-minded, strong-hearted, strong-souled, and strong-bodied...strength and beauty must go together.
Right Jo better be happy old maids than unhappy wives or unmaidenly girls running about to find husbands.
Oh, that is the surprise. It's so lovely, I pity you because you don't know it…
Jo's breath gave out here, and wrapping her head in the paper, she bedewed her little story with a few natural tears, for to be independent and earn the praise of those she loved were the dearest wish...
Jo's ambition was to do something very splendid; what it was she had no idea, as yet, but left it for time to tell her…
It's my dreadful temper! I try to cure it, I think I have, and then it breaks out worse than ever. Oh,
It is a merciful provision my dears, for it takes three or four women to get each man into, through, and out of the world. You are costly creatures, boys, and it is well that mothers, sisters, wives,...
If Jo is a tomboy and Amy a goose, what
If I didn't care about doing right and didn't feel uncomfortable doing wrong, I should get on capitally.
Dear me! If only men and women would trust, understand and help as my children do, what a capital place `the world would be!
By the time the lecture ended and the audience awoke, she had built up a splendid fortune for herself (not the first founded on paper)…
She was one of those happily created beings who please without effort make friends everywhere and take life so gracefully and easily that less fortunate souls are tempted to believe that such are bo...
…she never had what she wanted till she had given up hoping for,' said Mrs. Meg.
…for no matter how lost and soiled and worn-out wandering sons may be, mothers can forgive and forget every thing as they fold them into their fostering arms. Happy the son whose faith in his mother r...