Quotes About Family

Those foolish, yet well-meant words, had opened a new world to Meg, and much disturbed the peace of the old one, in which, till now, she had lived as happily as a child. Her innocent friendship with Laurie was spoilt by the silly speeches she had overheard; her faith in her mother was a little shaken by the worldly plans attributed to her by Mrs. Moffat, who judged others by herself;

I had a queer time with Aunt today, and, as I got the best of it, I'll tell you about it, began Jo, who dearly loved to tell stories. I was reading that everlasting Belsham, and droning away as I always do, for Aunt soon drops off, and then I take out some nice book, and read like fury till she wakes up. I actually made myself sleepy, and before she began to nod, I gave such a gape that she asked me what I meant by opening my mouth wide enough to take the whole book in at once.

Beth, if you don't keep these horrid cats down cellar I'll have them drowned," exclaimed Meg angrily as she tried to get rid of the kitten which had scrambled up her back and stuck like a burr just out of reach.

She wasn't a particularly handsome person, but mothers are always lovely to their children, and the girls thought that the gray cloak and unfashionable bonnet covered the most splendid woman in the world.

If Marmee shook her fist instead of kissing her hand to us, it would serve us right, for more ungrateful wretches than we are were never seen," cried Jo, taking a remorseful satisfaction in the snowy walk and bitter wind.

You've had the scarlet fever, haven't you? Years ago, when Meg did. Why? Then I'll tell you. Oh, Jo, the baby's dead! What baby? Mrs. Hummel's. It died in my lap before she got home, cried Beth with a sob.

There was a good deal of laughing, and kissing, and explaining, in the simple, loving fashion which makes these home festivals so pleasant at the time, so sweet to remember long afterward, then all fell to work. Little Women, Louisa May Alcott

Make this home happy, so that you may be fit for homes of your own if they are offered you, and contented here if they are not.

I beg your pardon for being so rude, but sometimes you forget to put down the curtain at the window where the flowers are. And when the lamps are lighted, it's like looking at a picture to see the fire, and you all around the table with your mother. Her face is right opposite, and it looks so sweet behind the flowers, I can't help watching it. I haven't got any mother, you know.

and Meg opened her arms to her sisters, who clung about her with April faces for a minute, feeling that the new love had not changed the old.

Siempre volvían la cabeza antes de doblar la esquina, pues sabían que su madre estaría en la ventana para hacerles un gesto, sonreír y decirles adiós con la mano. En cierto modo, eso parecía darles fuerzas para hacer frente al día porque, estuvieran del humor que estuviesen, esa última imagen del rostro de su madre tenía sobre ellas el efecto de un rayo de sol.

Sé que no habrán olvidado lo que les dije antes de marchar, que se mostrarán cariñosas contigo, cumplirán con su deber, combatirán a sus propios demonios y saldrán adelante, de modo que cuando vuelva estaré más orgulloso que nunca de mis mujercitas.

John was a mild man, but he was human, and after a long day's work to come home tired, hungry, and hopeful, to find a chaotic house, an empty table, and a cross wife was not exactly conducive to repose of mind or manner. He restrained himself however, and the

for these foolish, affectionate people made a jubilee of every little household joy

I haven't got any mother, you know.

Don't feel that I am separated from you, Marmee dear, or that I love you any the less for loving John so much, she said, clinging to her mother, with full eyes for a moment. I shall come every day, Father, and expect to keep my old place in all your hearts, though I am married. Beth is going to be with me a great deal, and the other girls will drop in now and then to laugh at my housekeeping struggles. Thank you all for my happy wedding day. Good-by, good-by!

Ah, Jo, instead of wishing that, thank God that 'Father and Mother were particular', and pity from your heart those who have no such guardians to hedge them round with principles which may seem like prison walls to impatient youth, but which will prove sure foundations to build character upon in womanhood.

for no matter how lost and soiled and worn-out wandering sons may be, mothers can forgive and forget every thing as they fold them in their fostering arms. Happy the son whose faith in his mother remains unchanged, and who, through all his wanderings, has kept some filial token to repay her brave and tender love.

I never made any plans about what I'd do when I grew up. I never thought of being married, as you all did. I couldn't seem to imagine myself anything but stupid little Beth, trotting about at home, of no use anywhere but there. I never wanted to go away, and the hard part now is the leaving you all. I'm not afraid, but it seems as if I should be homesick for you even in heaven.

The war is over, and Mr. March safely at home, busy with his books and the small parish which found in him a minister by nature as by grace, a quiet, studious man, rich in the wisdom that is better than learning, the charity which calls all mankind 'brother', the piety that blossoms into character, making it august and lovely.

So, sitting at the dear little piano, Beth softly touched the keys, and in the sweet voice they had never thought to hear again, sang to her own accompaniment the quaint hymn, which was a singularly fitting song for her.

Once, when he remembered Jo as she sat with the little child in her lap and that new softness in her face, he leaned his head on his hands a minute, and then roamed about the room, as if in search of something that he could not find.

The two older girls were a great deal to one another, but each took one of the younger into her keeping, and watched over her in her own way; 'playing mother' they called it, and put their sisters in the places of discarded dolls, with the maternal instinct of little women.

Mother is always ready to be your confidant, Father to be your friend, and both of us hope and trust that our daughters, whether married or single, will be the pride and comfort of our lives