...and Jo laid the rustling sheets together with a careful hand, as one might shut the covers of a lovely romance, which… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
... swept into the giddy vortex which keeps so many young people revolving aimlessly, till they go down or are cast upon… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
The thought that, insignificant as she was, she yet might do some good, made her very careful of her acts and words,… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
If you feel your value lies in being merely decorative, I fear that someday you might find yourself believing that’s all that… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
We'll all grow up someday, Meg, we might as well know what we want. ~Amy March~ — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
During the fifteen minutes that followed, the proud and sensitive girl suffered a shame and pain which she never forgot. To others… — 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
