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
November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year," said Margaret, standing at the window one dull afternoon, looking out at… — 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
If we are all alive ten years hence, let's meet, and see how many of us have got our wishes, or how… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
The scar will remain, but it is better for a man to lose both arms than his soul; and these hard years,… — 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
