Laurie, you’re an angel! How shall I ever thank you?Fly at me again; I rather like it, said Laurie, looking mischievous, a thing he had not done for a fortnight.
I thought of all the summer evenings I'd spent sitting in the chairs under the trees beside the trailer, reading books that helped me escape Creek View, at least for a little while. Magical kingdoms,...
Rome took all the vanity out of me, for after seeing the wonders there, I felt too insignificant to live, and gave up all my foolish hopes in despair.Why should you, with so much energy and talent?Tha...
Jo had learned that hearts, like flowers, cannot be rudely handled, but must open naturally…
Let the world know you are alive!
I don't believe fine young ladies enjoy themselves a bit more than we do, in spite of our burned hair, old gowns, one glove apiece, and tight slippers that sprain our ankles when we are silly enough t...
…notoriety is not real glory.
…but mortal man was helpless there…
Mrs. Jo did not mean the measles, but that more serious malady called love, which is apt to ravage communities, spring and autumn, when winter gayety and summer idleness produce whole bouquets of enga...
It takes people a long time to learn the difference between talent and genius, especially ambitious young men and women.
…the child's heart bled when it was broken.
If life is often so hard as this, I don't see how we ever shall get through it…
Well, I am happy, and I won't fret, but it does seem as if the more one gets the more one wants…
…no person, no matter how vivid an imagination he may have, can invent anything half so droll as the freaks and fancies that originate in the lively brains of little people.
I'd rather take coffee than compliments just now.
…young minds cannot be driven…
The clocks were striking midnight and the rooms were very still as a figure glided quietly from bed to bed, smoothing a coverlid here, settling a pillow there, and pausing to look long and tenderly at...
It takes so little to make a child happy, that it is a pity in a world full of sunshine and pleasant things, that there should be any wistful faces, empty hands, or lonely little hearts.
Perhaps it would have been better if he had killed me; my life is spoilt.
Don't suggest that we are growing old, my Lord. We have only bloomed; and a very nice bouquet we make with our buds about us,' answered Mrs. Amy, shaking out the folds of her rosy muslin with much the...
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