Into each life some rain must fall, Somedays must be dark and sad and dreary. - Louisa May Alcott

It's like the tide, Jo, when it turns it goes slowly — but it can't be stopped.

It is an excellent plan to have some place where we can go to be quiet, when things vex or grieve us.

For in that sad yet happy hour, she had learned not only the bitterness of remorse and despair, but the sweetness of self-denial and self-control, and led by her mother's hand, she had drawn nearer to the Friend who always welcomes every child with a love stronger than that of any father, tenderer than that of any mother.