There is very little real liberty in the world; even those who seem freest are often the most tightly bound. Law, custom, public opinion, fear or shame make slaves of us all, as you will find when you try your experiment," said Tempest with a bitter smile. Law and custom I know nothing of, public opinion I despise, and shame… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share
There is very little real liberty in the world; even those who seem freest are often the most tightly bound. Law, custom,… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
I mean that it is more natural for me to be wicked than virtuous, when I do a bad act, and I've… — 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
