[Jo to her mother] I knew there was mischief brewing. I felt it and now it's worse than I imagined. I just wish I could marry Meg myself, and keep her safe in the family.
I wish wearing flat-irons on our heads would keep us from growing up. But buds will be roses, and kittens, cats, - more's the pity!
But, like all happiness, it did not last long…
Dear me! how happy and good we'd be, if we had no worries!
Well, I am happy, and I won't fret, but it does seem as if the more one gets the more one wants…
…feeling as if all the happiness and support of their lives was about to be taken from them.
Right Jo better be happy old maids than unhappy wives or unmaidenly girls running about to find husbands.
I wish I had no heart, it aches so…
She preferred imaginary heroes to real ones, because when tired of them, the former could be shut up in the tin kitchen till called for, and the latter were less manageable.
John Brooke is acting dreadfully, and Meg likes it!
Because they are mean is no reason why I should be. I hate such things, and though I think I've a right to be hurt, I don't intend to show it. (Amy March)
Jo couldn’t even lose her heart in a decorous manner, but sternly tried to quench her feelings, and failing to do so, led a somewhat agitated life. She was mortally afraid of being laughed at for surrendering, after her many and vehement declaratio...
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.
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 bring few regrets, and life will become a beautiful success.
As to the other three, if they had been perfection they would not have been real girls, and you could not have wept over their trials and laughed over their pleasures.
Jo carried her love of liberty and hate of conventionalities to such and unlimited extent that she naturally found herself worsted in an argument.
Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds.
I am lonely, sometimes, but I dare say it's good for me…
