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_feeling as if all the happiness and support of their lives was about to be taken from them.

_possessed of that indescribable charm called grace.

Dear me! how happy and good we'd be, if we had no worries!

Well, I am happy, and I won't fret, but it does seem as if the more one gets the more one wants_

But, like all happiness, it did not last long_

I am lonely, sometimes, but I dare say it's good for me_

_nothing remained but loneliness and grief_

I like good strong words that mean something_

I wish I had no heart, it aches so_

_marriage, they say, halves one's rights and doubles one's duties.

Go on with your work as usual, for work is a blessed solace.

He was neither rich nor great, young nor handsome, - in no respect what is called fascinating, imposing or brilliant; and yet he was as attractive as a genial fire, and people seemed to gather about him as naturally as about a warm hearth.

If you feel your value lies in being merely decorative, I fear that someday you might find yourself believing that__ all that you really are. Time erodes all such beauty, but what it cannot diminish is the wonderful workings of your mind: Your humor, your kindness, and your moral courage. These are the things I cherish so in you. I so wish I could give my girls a more just world. But I know you__l make it a better place. - Marmee

Amy's lecture did Laurie good, though, of course, he did not own it till long afterward. Men seldom do, for when women are the advisers, the lords of creation don't take the advice till they have persuaded themselves that it is just what they intended to do. Then they act upon it, and, if it succeeds, they give the weaker vessel half the credit of it. If it fails, they generously give her the whole.

_on some occasions, women, like dreams, go by contraries.

In her secret soul, however, she decided that politics were as bad as mathematics, and that the mission of politicians seemed to be calling each other names_

I think she is growing up, and so begins to dream dreams, and have hopes and fears and fidgets, without knowing why or being able to explain them.

I thought of all the summer evenings I'd spent sitting in the chairs under the trees beside the trailer, reading books that helped me escape Creek View, at least for a little while. Magical kingdoms, Russian love triangles, and the March sisters couldn't have been further away from the trailer park.