I did fail, say what you will, for Jo wouldn't love me.
The young people were playing that still more absorbing game in which hearts are always trumps.
Oh dear, life is pretty tough sometimes, isn't it?
I keep turning over new leaves, and spoiling them, as I used to spoil my copybooks; and I make so many beginnings there never will be an end. (Jo March)
Some people seemed to get all sunshine, and some all shadow.
Now we are expected to be as wise as men who have had generations of all the help there is, and we scarcely anything.