He that is down need fear no fall, He that is low no pride. He that is humble ever shall Have God to be his guide. I am content with what I have, Little be it, or much. And, Lord! Contentment still I crave, Because Thou savest such. Fulness to them a burden is, That go on pilgrimage. Here little, and hereafter bliss, Is best from age to age!
She tore the letter to atoms.
Don’t you think, dear, that as these girls are used to such things, and the best we can do will be nothing new, that some simpler plan would be pleasanter to them, as a change if nothing more, and much better for us than buying or borrowing what we don’t need, and attempting a style not in keeping with our circumstances?
But I don’t think the little we should spend would do any good. We’ve each got a dollar, and the army wouldn’t be much helped by our giving that. I agree not to expect anything from Mother or you, but I do want to buy Undine and Sintram for myself. I’ve wanted it so long,” said Jo, who was a bookworm.
Mercy me! I don’t know anything about love and such nonsense! Cried Jo, with a funny mixture of interest and contempt.
For in that sad yet happy hour, she had learned not only the bitterness of remorse and despair, but the sweetness of self-denial and self-control.
Mrs. March knew that experience was an excellent teacher, and when it was possible she left her children to learn alone the lessons which she would gladly have made easier, if they had not objected to taking advice as much as they did salts and senna. “Very well, Amy, if your heart is set upon it, and you see your way through without too great an outlay of money, time, and temper, I’ll say no more. Talk it over with the girls, and whichever way you decide, I’ll do my best to help you.
When you feel out of sorts, try to make some one else happy, and you will soon be so yourself.
That I was in love? Well, I am, but not with her.
Why in the world should you spend your money, worry your family, and turn the house upside down for a parcel of girls who don’t care a sixpence for you? I.
She silently excepted his challenge to the tournament so often held between man and woman- a tournament where the keen tongue is the lance, pride the shield, passion the fiery steed, and the hardest heart the winner of the prize.
Don’ mean to have any. It’s fun to watch other people philander, but I should feel like a fool doing it myself, Said Jo, looking alarmed at the thought.
I’d rather do everything for myself, and be perfectly independent.
Mothers have need of sharp eyes and discreet tongues when they have girls to manage.
You may be a little older in years, but I’m ever so much older in feeling, Teddy.
I’m not afraid, but it seems as if I should be home-sick for you even in heaven.
When people do one mean thing they are very likely to do another.
There’s one sort of poverty that I particularly like to help. Out-and-out beggars get taken care of, but poor gentle folks fare badly, because they won’t ask, and people don’t dare to offer charity. Yet there are a thousand ways of helping them, if one only knows how to do it so delicately that it does not offend. I must say, I like to serve a decayed gentleman better than a blarnerying beggar.
No; never repeat that foolish gossip, and forget it as soon as you can.
Ah, Jo, instead of wishing that, thank God that “Father and Mother were particular,” and pity from your heart those who have no such guardians to hedge them around with principles which may seem like prison walls to impatient youth...