I like adventures, and I’m going to find some.
LOUISA MAY ALCOTTI like good strong words that mean something.
More Louisa May Alcott Quotes
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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.
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Life and love are very precious when both are in full bloom.
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The duty we owe ourselves is greater than that we owe others.
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Jo had learned that hearts, like flowers, cannot be rudely handled, but must open naturally.
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Where I wholly love I wholly trust.
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It takes so little to make a child happy, that it is a pity in a world full of sunshine and pleasant things, that there should be any wistful faces, empty hands, or lonely little hearts.
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Some books are so familiar that reading them is like being home again.
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Let my name stand among those who are willing to bear ridicule and reproach for the truth’s sake, and so earn some right to rejoice when the victory is won.
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Well, if I can’t be happy, I can be useful, perhaps.
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I want to do something splendid, Something heroic or wonderful that won’t be forgotten after I’m dead I think I shall write books.
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Good books, like good friends, are few and chosen; the more select, the more enjoyable.
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One of the sweet things about pain and sorrow is that they show us how well we are loved, how much kindness there is in the world, and how easily we can make others happy in the same way when they need help and sympathy.
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Have regular hours for work and play; make each day both useful and pleasant, and prove that you understand the worth of time by employing it well. Then youth will be delightful, old age will bring few regrets, and life will become a beautiful success.
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Some people seemed to get all sunshine, and some all shadow.
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The mere possession of a gun is, in itself, an urge to kill, not only by design, but by accident, by madness, by fright, by bravado.
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