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Let Quotes by Louisa May Alcott
- Let my name stand among those who are willing to bear ridicule and reproach for the truth's sake, and so earn some right to rejoice…
- If we are all alive ten years hence, let's meet, and see how many of us have got our wishes, or how much nearer we…
- Let us be elegant or die! --Amy
- 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…
- Meg's high-heeled slippers were dreadfully tight, and hurt her, though she would not own it; and Jo's nineteen hair-pins all seemed stuck straight into her…
- …books are always good company if you have the right sort. Let me pick out some for you.' And Mrs. Jo made a bee-line to…
- Mothers can forgive anything! Tell me all, and be sure that I will never let you go, though the whole world should turn from you.
More Let Quotes
- Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius. — Pietro Aretino
- I am a free man. I do not need to copy Petrarca or Boccaccio. My own genius is enough. Let others worry… — Pietro Aretino
- When you care about human beings, you do your best to not repress and to not let people to repress and to… — Jean-Bertrand Aristide
- Let each man exercise the art he knows. — Aristophanes
- Stories surge up out of nowhere, and if they feel compelling, you follow them. You let them unfold inside you and see… — Paul Auster
- We want the Israelis to leave. They want to leave - so let us let them leave. — Mahmoud Abbas
- It is all right to hold a conversation but you should let go of it now and then. — Richard Armour
- Let me put it this way: I think Republicans tend to keep the ball in play, Democrats go for broke. — Arthur Ashe
- Never let your sense of morals get in the way of doing what's right. — Isaac Asimov
- Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love. — Francis of Assisi
- Where there is injury let me sow pardon. — Francis of Assisi
- Drop the last year into the silent limbo of the past. Let it go, for it was imperfect, and thank God that… — Brooks Atkinson