Jo's breath gave out here, and wrapping her head in the paper, she bedewed her little story with a few natural tears, for to be independent and earn the praise of those she loved were the dearest wishes of her heart, and this seemed to be the first step toward that happy end.

Wouldn't it be fun if all the castles in the air which we make could come true and we could live in them?

If we are all alive ten years hence, let's meet, and see how many of us have got our wishes, or how much nearer we are then than now.

The scar will remain, but it is better for a man to lose both arms than his soul; and these hard years, instead of being lost, may be made the most precious of your lives, if they teach you to rule yourselves.

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

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

{Mrs. March to Jo} You are too much alike and too fond of freedom, not to mention hot tempers and strong wills, to get on happily together, in a relation which needs infinite patience and forbearance, as well as love.