Love is the only thing that we can carry with us when we go, and it makes the end so easy.
Men are always ready to die for us, but not to make our lives worth having. Cheap sentiment and bad logic.
We'll all grow up someday, Meg, we might as well know what we want. ~Amy March~
I did fail, say what you will, for Jo wouldn't love me.
...a capital patient, as she never died and never got well.
...and best of all, the wilderness of books, in which she could wander, where she liked, made the library a region of bliss to her.