Men are always ready to die for us, but not to make our lives worth having. Cheap sentiment and bad logic.
LOUISA MAY ALCOTTLove is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.
More Louisa May Alcott Quotes
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Nothing is impossible to a determined woman.
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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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I like adventures, and I’m going to find some.
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Some books are so familiar that reading them is like being home again.
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Fame is a pearl many dive for and only a few bring up. Even when they do, it is not perfect, and they sigh for more, and lose better things in struggling for them.
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Father asked us what was God’s noblest work. Anna said men, but I said babies. Men are often bad, but babies never are.
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He who believes is strong; he who doubts is weak. Strong convictions precede great actions.
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I often think flowers are the angels’ alphabet whereby they write on hills and fields mysterious and beautiful lessons for us to feel and learn.
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Help one another is part of the religion of our sisterhood.
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Salt is like good-humor, and nearly every thing is better for a pinch of it.
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Nothing provokes speculation more than the sight of a woman enjoying herself.
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Where the heart is the mind works best.
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She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain.
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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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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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