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
Because they are mean is no reason why I should be. I hate such things, and though I think I've a right… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“Simple, sincere people seldom speak much of their piety; it shows itself in acts rather than in words, and has more influence… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
…tomorrow was her birthday, and she was thinking how fast the years went by, how old she was getting, and how little… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
I am angry nearly every day of my life, but I have learned not to show it; and I still try to… — 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
“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
