Jo had learned that hearts, like flowers, cannot be rudely handled, but must open naturally.
I hate ordinary people!
Dear me! how happy and good we'd be, if we had no worries!
The moment Aunt March took her nap, or was busy with company, Jo hurried to this quiet place, and curling herself up in the easy chair, devoured poetry, romance, history, travels, and pictures like a regular bookworm.
...for love casts out fear, and gratitude can conquer pride.
โฆmen never forgive like women.