…she rejoiced as only mothers can in the good fortunes of their children.

I shall keep my book on the table here, and read a little every morning as soon as I wake, for I know it will do me good, and help me through the day.

I want to do something splendid… Something heroic or wonderful that won’t be forgotten after I’m dead… I think I shall write books.

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

...and the most intense desire gave force to her passionate words as the girl glanced despairingly about the dreary room like a caged creature on the point of breaking loose.

…what splendid dreams young people build upon a word, and how bitter is the pain when the bright bubbles burst.

Love is a beautifier.