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
I don't worry about the storms, I am learning to sail my own ship. — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship. — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
There is very little real liberty in the world; even those who seem freest are often the most tightly bound. Law, custom,… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
I think she is growing up, and so begins to dream dreams, and have hopes and fears and fidgets, without knowing why… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
The fear of being an old maid made young girls rush into matrimony with a recklessness that astonishes. — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
I mean that it is more natural for me to be wicked than virtuous, when I do a bad act, and I've… — 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
