November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year," said Margaret, standing at the window one dull afternoon, looking out at the frostbitten garden. "That's the reason I was born in it," observed Jo pensively, quite unconscious of the blot on her nose.
Cast your bread upon the waters, and after many days it will come back buttered.
We'll all grow up someday, Meg, we might as well know what we want. ~Amy March~
…men never forgive like women.
I could have been a great many things.
life and love are very precious when both are in full bloom.