Louisa May Alcott Quotes
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Conceit spoils the finest genius.
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I was thinking what a curious thing love is; only a sentiment, and yet it has power to make fools of men and slaves of women.
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We can't any of us do all we would like, but we can do our best for every case that comes to us, and that helps amazingly.
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it was easier to do a friendly thing than it was to stay and be thanked for it.
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Nothing seemed impossible in the beginning.
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When I had 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. I suppose it's the discipline I need; but it's rather hard to love the things I do, and see them go by because duty chains me to my galley. If I ever come into port with all sails set, that will be my reward perhaps.
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Prove that you understand the worth of time by employing it well.
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Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations.
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I want to be great, or nothing. I won't be a commonplace dauber, so I don't intend to try any more.
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Men are often bad, but babies never are.
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I don't think secrets agree with me, I feel rumpled up in mind since you told me that.
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Life is like college; may I graduate and earn some honors.
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I ask not for any crown But that which all may win; Nor try to conquer any world Except the one within.
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I do like men who come out frankly and own that they are not gods.
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Head, you may think; heart, you may feel; But hand, you shall work alway!
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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.
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I will make a battering-ram of my head and make my way through this rough and tumble world.
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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.
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Mine first --mine last-- mine even in the grave!
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…for no matter how lost and soiled and worn-out wandering sons may be, mothers can forgive and forget every thing as they fold them into their fostering arms. Happy the son whose faith in his mother remains unchanged, and who, through all his wanderings, has kept some filial token to repay her brave and tender love.
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November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year," said Margaret, standing at the window one dull afternoon, looking out at the frostbitten garden. "That's the reason I was born in it," observed Jo pensively, quite unconscious of the blot on her nose.
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I can get on with wild beasts first-rate; but men rile me awfully.
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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.
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I'd have a stable full of Arabian steeds, rooms piled with books, and I'd write out of a magic inkstand, so that my works should be as famous as Laurie's music. I want to do something splendid before I go into my castle,-something heroic, or wonderful,-that won't be forgotten after I'm dead. I don't know what, but I'm on the watch for it, and mean to astonish you all, some day. I think I shall write books, and get rich and famous; that would suit me, so that is my favorite dream.
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Back to him she would never go, but in her lonely life still lived the sweet memory of that happy time when she believed in him and he was all in all to her.
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Mothers can forgive anything!
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I'm perfectly miserable; but if you consider me presentable, I die happy.
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Every few weeks she would shut herself up in her room, put on her scribbling suit, and fall into a vortex, as she expressed it, writing away at her novel with all her heart and soul, for till that was finished she could find no peace.
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But the spirit of Eve is strong in all her daughters.
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It’s amazing how lovely common things become, if one only knows how to look at them.
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