It is my opinion that this day will never come to an end,” said Prince, with a yawn that nearly rent him assunder.
If every one agreed, we should never get on.
We live in a beautiful and wonderful world, Demi, and the more you now about it the wiser and the better you will be.
I don’t like to doze by the fire. I like adventures, and I’m going to find some.
I planned to spend mine in new music,” said Beth, with a little sigh, which no one heard but the hearth brush and kettle-holder.
I wish wearing flat-irons on our heads would keep us from growing up. But buds will be roses, and kittens, cats, – more’s the pity!
So every day is a battle, and I’m so tired I don’t want to live; only it’s cowardly to die till you have done something.
I thought it was only a habit, easy to drop when I liked: But it is stronger than I; and sometimes I feel as if possessed of a devil that will get the better of me, try as I may.
Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
It’s so dreadful to be poor!” sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress.
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 to wear them.
It’s wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can’t have the one you want.
There is always light behind the clouds.
I’d take it manfully, and be respected if I couldn’t be loved.
This is the first duty of parents, and no false delicacy should keep them from the watchful care, the gentle warning, which makes self-knowledge and self-control the compass and pilot of the young as they leave the safe harbour of home.
The girls gave their hearts into their mother’s keeping – their souls into their father’s; and to both parents, who lived and labored so faithfully for them, they gave a love that grew with their growth, and bound them tenderly together by the sweetest tie which blesses life and outlives death.
Sometimes when we least expect it, a small cross proves a lovely crown, a seemingly unimportant event becomes a lifelong experience, or a stranger becomes a friend.
Do you consider shoes unhealthy?” he asked, surveying the socks with respectful interest.
Being a domestic man, John decidedly missed the wifely attentions he had been accustomed to receive, but as he adored his babies, he cheerfully relinquished his comfort for a time, supposing with masculine ignorance that peace would soon be restored.
I can’t love anyone else; and I’ll never forget you, Jo, never! never!” with a stamp to emphasize his passionate words. – Laurie.