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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


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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


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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


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Love should not make us blind to faults, nor familiarity make us too ready to blame the shortcomings we see.


Louisa May Alcott


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Mrs. Jo did not mean the measles, but that more serious malady called love, which is apt to ravage communities, spring and autumn, when winter gayety and summer idleness produce whole bouquets of engagements, and set young people to pairing off like the birds.


Louisa May Alcott


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…I wanted to show that the mother was the heroine as soon as possible. I'm tired of love-sick girls and runaway wives. We'll prove that there's romance in old women also.


Louisa May Alcott


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Don't take it away! It's only a fancy, but a man must love something…


Louisa May Alcott


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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


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