Some books are so familiar that reading them is like being home again. — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
When Jo's conservative sister Meg says she must turn up her hair now that she is a "young lady," Jo shouts, "I'm… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
There was a good deal of laughing and kissing and explaining, in the simple, loving fashion which makes these home-festivals so pleasant… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
The power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely. — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
Many wise and true sermons are preached us everyday by unconscious ministers in street, school, office, or home; even a fair table… — 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
hither,hither, from thy home,airy sprite, i bid thee come! born of roses, fed on dew, charms and potions canst thow brew? bring… — 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
