It takes people a long time to learn the difference between talent and genius, especially ambitious young men and women.
I've got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen.
The humblest tasks get beautified if loving hands do them.
...and Jo laid the rustling sheets together with a careful hand, as one might shut the covers of a lovely romance, which holds the reader fast till the end comes, and he finds himself alone in the work-a-day world again.
...freedom being the sauce best beloved by the boyish soul.
I don't believe fine young ladies enjoy themselves a bit more than we do, in spite of our burned hair, old gowns, one glove apiece, and tight slippers that sprain our ankles when we are silly enough to wear them.
I'd rather take coffee than compliments just now.
I have nothing to give but my heart so full and these empty hands." "They're not empty now.
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.
It does seem as if the more one gets the more one wants
There were six dolls to be taken up and dressed every morning, for Beth was a child still, and loved her pets as well as ever. Not one whole or handsome one among them; all were outcasts till Beth took them in; for, when her sisters outgrew these ido...
I think she is growing up, and so begins to dream dreams, and have hopes and fears and fidgets, without knowing why or being able to explain them.
I think I shall write books, and get rich and famous, that would suit me, so that is my favorite dream.
I keep turning over new leaves, and spoiling them, as I used to spoil my copybooks; and I make so many beginnings there never will be an end. (Jo March)
…because talent isn't genius, and no amount of energy can make it so. I want to be great, or nothing.
…possessed of that indescribable charm called grace.
…nothing remained but loneliness and grief…
Don't try to make me grow up before my time…
