Your father, Jo. He never loses patience, never doubts or complains, but always hopes, and works and waits so cheerfully that one is ashamed to do otherwise before him.
Louisa May AlcottHuman minds are more full of mysteries than any written book and more changeable than the cloud shapes in the air.
Louisa May Alcottโฆfor no matter how lost and soiled and worn-out wandering sons may be, mothers can forgive and forget every thing as they fold them into their fostering arms. Happy the son whose faith in his mother remains unchanged, and who, through all his wanderings, has kept some filial token to repay her brave and tender love.
Louisa May AlcottI never knew how much like heaven this world could be, when two people love and live for one another!
Louisa May Alcott