Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds.
Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds.
Go out more, keep cheerful as well as busy, for you are the sunshine-maker of the family, and if you get dismal there is no fair weather.
If she had seen his face when, safe in his own room, he looked at the picture of a severe and rigid young lady, with a good deal of hair, who appeared to be gazing darkly into futurity, it might have thrown some light upon the subject, especially when he turned off the gas, and kissed the picture in the dark.
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.
Woman work a great many miracles.
Be worthy love, and love will come.
He was poor, yet always appeared to be giving something away; a stranger, yet everyone was his friend; no longer young, but as happy-hearted as a boy; plain and peculiar, yet his face looked beautiful to many.
If we are all alive ten years hence, let's meet, and see how many of us have got our wishes, or how much nearer we are then than now.
Now and then, in this workaday world, things do happen in the delightful storybook fashion, and what a comfort that is.
Women work a good many miracles…
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 almost wish I hadn't any conscience, it's so inconvenient. If I didn't care about doing the right and didn't feel uncomfortable when doing wrong, I should get on capitally.
I'm afraid I couldn't like him without a spice of human naughtiness.
Oh, Jo, how could you? Your one beauty.
Wouldn't it be fun if all the castles in the air which we make could come true and we could live in them?
But he did, oh, bless you, yes, hundreds of times, and so did Meg, both declaring that it was the sweetest jelly they ever made; for family peace was preserved in that little family jar.
I am lonely, sometimes, but I dare say it's good for me…
In her secret soul, however, she decided that politics were as bad as mathematics, and that the mission of politicians seemed to be calling each other names…
Right Jo better be happy old maids than unhappy wives or unmaidenly girls running about to find husbands.
You are like a chestnut burr, prickly outside, but silky-soft within, and a sweet kernel, if one can only get at it. Love will make you show your heart some day, and then the rough burr will fall off.
But please hug and kiss me, everyone, and don't mind my dress, I want a great many crumples of this sort put into it today.
I could have been a great many things.
It was forunate that tea was at hand, to produce a lull and provide refreshment...
She preferred imaginary heroes to real ones, because when tired of them, the former could be shut up in the tin kitchen till called for, and the latter were less manageable.
You are the gull, Jo, strong and wild, fond of the storm and the wind, flying far out to sea, and happy all alone.
But, like all happiness, it did not last long…
I don't pretend to be wise, but I am observing, and I see a great deal more than you'd imagine. I'm interested in other people's experiences and inconsistencies, and, though I can't explain, I remember and use them for my own benefit.
I've got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen.
Six weeks is a long time to wait, and a still longer time for a girl to keep a secret…
You don't need scores of suitors. You need only one… if he's the right one.
Conceit spoils the finest genius.
I don't think secrets agree with me, I feel rumpled up in mind since you told me that…
Jo had learned that hearts, like flowers, cannot be rudely handled, but must open naturally…
So she enjoyed herself heartily, and found, what isn't always the case, that her granted wish was all she had hoped.
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.
Dear me! how happy and good we'd be, if we had no worries!
I like good strong words that mean something…
Jo's ambition was to do something very splendid; what it was she had no idea, as yet, but left it for time to tell her…
Some people seemed to get all sunshine, and some all shadow…
You may try your experiment for a week and see how you like it. I think by Saturday night you will find that all play and no work is as bad as all work and no play
Dear me! If only men and women would trust, understand and help as my children do, what a capital place `the world would be!
I only mean to say that I have a feeling that it never was intended I should live long. I'm not like the rest of you.
Jo's breath gave out here, and wrapping her head in the paper, she bedewed her little story with a few natural tears, for to be independent and earn the praise of those she loved were the dearest wishes of her heart, and this seemed to be the first step toward that happy end.
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 each unconscious face, to kiss each with lips that mutely blessed, and to pray the fervent prayers which only mothers utter.
Don't laugh at the spinsters, dear girls, for often very tender, tragic romances are hidden away in the hearts that beat so quietly under the sober gowns, and many silent sacrifices of youth, health, ambition, love itself, make the faded faces beautiful in God's sight. Even the sad, sour sisters should be kindly dealt with, because they have missed the sweetest part of life, if for no other reason.
I should have been a great many things, Mr Mayor
Jo's eyes sparkled, for it's always pleasant to be believed in; and a friend's praise is always sweeter than a dozen newspaper puffs.
The dirt is picturesque, so I don't mind.
Don't try to make me grow up before my time…
I think she is growing up, and so begins to dream dreams, and have hopes and fears and fidgets, without knowing why or being able to explain them.
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