…books are always good company if you have the right sort. Let me pick out some for you.' And Mrs. Jo made a bee-line to the well-laden shelves, which were the joy of her heart and the comfort of her...
Each of you told what your burden was just now, except Beth. I rather think she hasn't got any, said her mother. Yes, I have. Mine is dishes and dusters, and envying girls with nice pianos, and being...
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...
…the child's heart bled when it was broken.
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.
…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.
If life is often so hard as this, I don't see how we ever shall get through it…
…she rejoiced as only mothers can in the good fortunes of their children.
…the day had been both unprofitable and unsatisfactory, and he was wishing he could live it over again.
…we're twins, and so we love each other more than other people…
…wisely mingled poetry and prose.
…the violin — that most human of all instruments…
…possessed of that indescribable charm called grace.
Love covers a multitude of sins…
…she'll go and fall in love, and there's an end of peace and fun, and cozy times together.
I don't think secrets agree with me, I feel rumpled up in mind since you told me that…
Don't try to make me grow up before my time...
…young minds cannot be driven…
…men never forgive like women.
Well, I am happy, and I won't fret, but it does seem as if the more one gets the more one wants…