“She would make a man of me. She puts strength and courage into me as no one else can. She is unlike… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“Ah! Thou gifest me such hope and courage, and I haf nothing to gif back but a full heart and these empty… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“Jo carried her love of liberty and hate of conventionalities to such and unlimited extent that she naturally found herself worsted in… — 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
“When Laurie said 'Good-by', he whispered significantly, "It won't do a bit of good, Jo. My eye is on you; so mind… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“...unlocking the treasuries of real home love and mutual helpfulness, which the poorest may possess, and the richest cannot buy.” — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
No love or pity, pardon or excuse should soften the sharp pang of reparation for the guilty man. — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“Come, Philander, let us be a marching, Every one his true love a searching," Would be the most appropriate motto for this… — 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
“Jo gave her sister an encouraging pat on the shoulder as they parted for the day, each going a different way, each… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“No, dear, but speaking of Father reminded me how much I miss him, how much I owe him, and how faithfully I… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
You are like a chestnut burr, prickly outside, but silky-soft within, and a sweet kernel, if one can only get at it.… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“It’s bad enough to love someone who don’t love you, but to have them told of it is perfectly awful. It makes… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
I was thinking what a curious thing love is; only a sentiment, and yet it has power to make fools of men… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
Love scenes, if genuine, are indescribable; for to those who have enacted them the most elaborate description seems tame, and to those… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“I can't love anyone else; and I'll never forget you, Jo, never! never!" with a stamp to emphasize his passionate words. -… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“Boys don't gush, so I can stand it. The last time I let in a party of girls, one fell into my… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“Love should not make us blind to faults, nor familiarity make us too ready to blame the shortcomings we see.” — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“Don't take it away! It's only a fancy, but a man must love something…” — 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
