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, and led by her mother's hand, she had drawn nearer to the Friend who always welcomes every child with a love stronger than that of any father, tenderer than that of any mother.
I'd rather take coffee than compliments just now.
Love covers a multitude of sins…
Well, I am happy, and I won't fret, but it does seem as if the more one gets the more one wants…
A quick temper, sharp tongue, and restless spirit were always getting her into scrapes, and her life was a series of ups and downs, which were both comic and pathetic.
Gentlemen, be courteous to the old maids, no matter how poor and plain and prim, for the only chivalry worth having is that which is the readiest to to pay deference to the old, protect the feeble, and serve womankind, regardless of rank, age, or color.
If I didn't care about doing right and didn't feel uncomfortable doing wrong, I should get on capitally.
Love Jo all your days, if you choose, but don't let it spoil you, for it's wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can't have the one you want.
When we make little sacrifices we like to have them appreciated, at least…
A year seems very long to wait before I see them, but remind them that while we wait we may all work, so these hard days need not be wasted. I know they will remember all I said to them, that they will be loving children to you, will do their duty faithfully, fight their bosom enemies bravely, and conquer themselves so beautifully that when I come back to them I may be fonder and prouder than ever of my little women.
Go on with your work as usual, for work is a blessed solace.
If life is often so hard as this, I don't see how we ever shall get through it…
Many wise and true sermons are preached us everyday by unconscious ministers in street, school, office, or home; even a fair table may become a pulpit, if it can offer the good and helpful words which are never out of season.
Where's the use of looking nice, when no one sees me but those cross midgets, and no one cares whether I'm pretty or not?
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!
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