“Oh, that is the surprise. It's so lovely, I pity you because you don't know it…”

“Love Jo all your days, if you choose, but don't let it spoil you, for it's wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can't have the one you want.”

“So every day is a battle, and I'm so tired I don't want to live; only it's cowardly to die till you have done something.”

“It's wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can't have the one you want.”

“Oh, don't I wish I could manage things for you as I do for my heroines! You're pretty enough and good enough already, so I'd have some rich relation leave you a fortune unexpectedly; then you'd dash out as an heiress, scorn everyone who has slighted you, go abroad, and como home my Lady Something in a blaze of splendor and elegance.”

“Don't cry so bitterly, but remember this day, and resolve with all your soul that you will never know another like it.”

“I don't believe any of you suffer as I do," cried Amy, "for you don't have to go to school with impertinent girls, who plague you if you don't know your lessons, and laugh at your dresses, and label your father if he isn't rich, and insult you when your nose isn't nice.”