Back to him she would never go, but in her lonely life still lived the sweet memory of that happy time when she believed in him and he was all in all to her.

where I wholly love I wholly trust.

Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.

Marmee: Oh, Jo. Jo, you have so many extraordinary gifts; how can you expect to lead an ordinary life? You’re ready to go out and – and find a good use for your talent. Tho’ I don’t know what I shall do without my Jo. Go, and embrace your liberty. And see what wonderful things come of it.

Prove that you understand the worth of time by employing it well.

…because talent isn't genius, and no amount of energy can make it so. I want to be great, or nothing.

To me, love isn't all. I must look up, not down, trust and honor with my whole heart, and find strenght and integrity to lean on