Oft in the silence of the night, When the lonely moon rides high, When wintry winds are whistling, And we hear the… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
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
…she was one of those happily created beings who please without effort, make friends everywhere, and take life so gracefully and easily… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds. — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
The girls gave their hearts into their mother's keeping-their souls into their father's; and to both parents, who lived and labored so… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“Don't suggest that we are growing old, my Lord. We have only bloomed; and a very nice bouquet we make with our… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
Life is my university, and I hope to graduate from it with some distinction. — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
In the books I read the sinners are always more interesting than the saints, and in real life good people are dismally… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“play. "A wonderful picture of home life, only we don't have such homes," said a big, prosperous-looking man to his wife, with… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
If life is often so hard as this, I don't see how we ever shall get through it… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“You’ve got me, anyhow. I’m not good for much, I know, but I'll stand by you, Jo, all the days of my… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“Life, my brethren, is like plum-cake. In some the plums are all on the top, and we eat them gayly, till we… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“We all have our own kind of life to pursue, our own kind of dream to be weaving, and we all have… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
Resolved to take fate by the throat and shake a living out of her. — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“Jo couldn’t even lose her heart in a decorous manner, but sternly tried to quench her feelings, and failing to do so,… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“You have so many extraordinary gifts; how can you expect to lead an ordinary life?” — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“It’s genius simmering, perhaps. I’ll let it simmer, and see what comes of it,” he said, with a secret suspicion all the… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“I also observe that she does not fret much nor look in the glass, and has not even mentioned a very pretty… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
Love is the only thing that we can carry with us when we go, and it makes the end so easy. — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
He was the first, the only love her life, and in a nature like hers such passions take deep root and die-hard. — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“She was living in bad sociery; and, imaginary though it was, its influence affected her, for she was feeding heart and fancy… — 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
