…what splendid dreams young people build upon a word, and how bitter is the pain when the bright bubbles burst. — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
If you dear little girls would only learn what real beauty is, and not pinch and starve and bleach yourselves out so,… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
Painful as it may be, a significant emotional event can be the catalyst for choosing a direction that serves us - and… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
One of the sweet things about pain and sorrow is that they show us how well we are loved, how much kindness… — 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 wide walk, bordered with palms, flowers, and tropical shrubs, is bounded on one side by the sea, on the other by the grand drive, lined with hotels and villas, while beyond lie orange orchards and the… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share
“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
