…she'll go and fall in love, and there's an end of peace and fun, and cozy times together.

I put in my list all the busy, useful independent spinsters I know, for liberty is a better husband than love to many of us.

I wish I had no heart, it aches so.

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.

We'll all grow up someday, Meg, we might as well know what we want. ~Amy March~

I could have been a great many things.

It was fortunate that tea was at hand, to produce a lull and provide refreshment,— for they would have been hoarse and faint if they had gone on much longer.