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.
LOUISA MAY ALCOTTI never wanted to go away, and the hard part now is the leaving you all. I’m not afraid, but it seems as if I should be homesick for you even in heaven.
More Louisa May Alcott Quotes
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Preserve your memories, keep them well, what you forget you can never retell.
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It takes three or four women to get each man into, through, and out of the world.
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Money is the root of all evil, and yet it is such a useful root that we cannot get on without it any more than we can without potatoes.
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Better lose your life than your soul.
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I don’t like favors; they oppress and make me fell like a slave. I’d rather do everything for myself, and be perfectly independent.
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Don’t shut yourself up in a band box because you are a woman, but understand what is going on, and educate yourself to take part in the world’s work, for it all affects you and yours.
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The humblest tasks get beautified if loving hands do them.
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A holiday isn’t a holiday, without plenty of freedom and fun.
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I never wanted to go away, and the hard part now is the leaving you all. I’m not afraid, but it seems as if I should be homesick for you even in heaven.
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The duty we owe ourselves is greater than that we owe others.
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Keep good company, read good books, love good things and cultivate soul and body as faithfully as you can.
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Women have been called queens for a long time, but the kingdom given them isn’t worth ruling.
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Well, if I can’t be happy, I can be useful, perhaps.
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Nothing provokes speculation more than the sight of a woman enjoying herself.
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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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