Now I'm beginning to live a little and feel less like a sick oyster at low tide.

"Stay" is a charming word in a friend's vocabulary.

…on some occasions, women, like dreams, go by contraries.

Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug. "It's so dreadful to be poor!" sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress. "I don't think it's fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and other girls nothing at all," added little Amy, with an injured sniff. "We've got Father and Mother, and each other," said Beth contentedly from her corner.

Love is a beautifier.

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'd rather take coffee than compliments just now.