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Because they are mean is no reason why I should be. I hate such things, and though I think I've a right to be hurt, I don't intend to show it. (Amy March)


Louisa May Alcott


#hurt #mean #meanness #louisa-may-alcott

Let us be elegant or die! --Amy


Louisa May Alcott


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I keep turning over new leaves, and spoiling them, as I used to spoil my copybooks; and I make so many beginnings there never will be an end. (Jo March)


Louisa May Alcott


#beginnings #end #fresh-start #new-leaf #start-over

Laurie, you're an angel! How shall I ever thank you?" "Fly at me again. I rather liked it," said Laurie, looking mischievous, a thing he had not done for a fortnight.


Louisa May Alcott


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Some people seemed to get all sunshine, and some all shadow…


Louisa May Alcott


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She preferred imaginary heroes to real ones, because when tired of them, the former could be shut up in the tin kitchen till called for, and the latter were less manageable.


Louisa May Alcott


#imaginary #real #relationships #louisa-may-alcott

I wish I had no heart, it aches so…


Louisa May Alcott


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Love covers a multitude of sins…


Louisa May Alcott


#louisa-may-alcott #love #sins #love

The only way I won't be re-elected is if I were found in bed with a dead girl or a live boy.


Edwin Edwards


#politics-louisiana #humor

And cruelly, surely, I said to her, "Did you love this child?" I will never forget her face then, the violence in her, the absolute hatred. "Yes." She reached for the locket even as I clutched it. It was guilt that was consuming her, not love. It was guilt -that shop of dolls Claudia had described to me, shelves and shelves of the effigy of that dead child. But guilt that absolutely understood the finality of death. There was something as hard in her as the evil in myself, something as powerful. She touched my waistcoat and opened her fingers there, pressing them against my chest. And I was on my knees, drawing closer to her, her hair brushing my face.


Anne Rice


#claudia #louis #death






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