Oh, Jo, how could you? Your one beauty.
I for one don’t want to be ranked among idiots, felons, and minors any longer, for I am none of them.
A child her wayward pencil drew On margins of her book; Garlands of flower, dancing elves, Bud, butterfly, and brook, Lessons undone, and plum forgot, Seeking with hand and heart The teacher whom she learned to love Before she knew t’was Art.
Help one another is part of the religion of our sisterhood.
Conceit spoils the finest genius.
I love my liberty too well to be in a hurry to give it up for any mortal man.
I never wanted to go away, and the hard part now is the leaving you all. I’m not afraid, but it seems as if I should be homesick for you even in heaven.
If I didn’t care about doing right and didn’t feel uncomfortable doing wrong, I should get on capitally.
John Brooke is acting dreadfully, and Meg likes it!
When I had the youth I had no money, now I have the money I have no time, and when I get the time, if I ever do, I shall have no health to enjoy life.
A time will come when you will find that in gaining a brief joy you have lost your peace forever.
To me, love isn’t all. I must look up, not down, trust and honor with my whole heart, and find strenght and integrity to lean on.
Mine first – mine last – mine even in the grave!
Meg’s high-heeled slippers were dreadfully tight, and hurt her, though she would not own it; and Jo’s nineteen hair-pins all seemed stuck straight into her head, which was not exactly comfortable; but, dear me, let us be elegant or die.
Wouldn’t it be fun if all the castles in the air which we make could come true and we could live in them?
So she doesn’t call desertion, poverty, and hard work troubles? She’s a brave little girl, and I shall be proud to know her.
I’ve neither beauty, money, nor rank, yet every foolish boy mistakes my frank interest for something warmer, and makes me miserable. It is my misfortune. Think of me what you will, but beware of me in time, for against my will I may do you harm.
You have grown abominably lazy, and you like gossip, and waste time on frivolous things, you are contented to be petted and admired by silly people, instead of being loved and respected by wise ones.
It’s amazing how lovely common things become, if one only knows how to look at them.
He was the first, the only love her life, and in a nature like hers such passions take deep root and die-hard.