Beth ceased to fear him from that moment, and sat there talking to him as cozily as if she had known him… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“MY BETH. Sitting patient in the shadow Till the blessed light shall come, A serene and saintly presence Sanctifies our troubled home.… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“Each of you told what your burden was just now, except Beth. I rather think she hasn't got any," said her mother.… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
I’m not like the rest of you; I never made any plans about what I’d do when I grew up; I never… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
There are many Beths in the world, shy and quiet, sitting in corners till needed, and living for others so cheerfully that… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
Beth could not reason upon or explain the faith that gave her courage and patience to give up life, and cheerfully wait… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“Take some books and read; that’s an immense help; and books are always good company if you have the right sort.” — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“At three o'clock in the afternoon, all the fashionable world at Nice may be seen on the Promenade des Anglais—a charming place, for the… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“Please could I say one word?" was the question three times repeated before a rough head boobed out from the grotto of books in… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“She would make a man of me. She puts strength and courage into me as no one else can. She is unlike any girl… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“I read somewhere that every inch of rope used in the British Navy has a strand of red in it, so that wherever a… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“Chance words spoken in kindness often help amazingly; and that's what old people are here for -- else their experience is of little use.” — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“Tired of my own company, I suppose, now I've seen so much better.” — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
Oft in the silence of the night, When the lonely moon rides high, When wintry winds are whistling, And we hear the owl's shrill… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“I'll try and be what he loves to call me, 'a little woman' and not be rough and wild, but do my duty here… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
