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.

Beth ceased to fear him from that moment, and sat there talking to him as cozily as if she had known him all her life, for love casts out fear, and gratitude can conquer pride.

[She was] kept there in the sort of embrace a man gives to the dearest creature the world holds for him.

Some books are so familiar that reading them is like being home again.

People don't have fortunes left them in that style nowadays; men have to work and women to marry for money. It's a dreadfully unjust world.

Where's the use of looking nice, when no one sees me but those cross midgets, and no one cares whether I'm pretty or not?

I never knew how much like heaven this world could be, when two people love and live for one another!