Louisa May Alcott

Louisa May

American Author and Novelist best known for Little Women

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Oh, what is it? cried Rose eagerly, charmed to be met in this helpful and cordial way.

Prosperity suits some people, and they blossom best in a glow of sunshine; others need the shade, and are the sweeter for a touch of frost.

She never had what she wanted till she had given up hoping for,' said Mrs. Meg.

Some people seemed to get all sunshine, and some all shadow.

The child's heart bled when it was broken.

The second window framed a very picturesque group of three. Mr. March in an armchair, with Bess on a cushion at his feed, was listening to Dan, who, leaning against a pillow, was talking with unusual animation. The old man was in shadow, but little Desdemona was looking up with the moonlight full upon her face, quite absorbed in the story he was telling so well. The gay drapery over Dan's shoulder, his dark coloring and the gesture of his arm made the picture very striking and both very striking, and both spectators enjoyed it with silent pleasure, till Mrs. Jo said in a quick whisper: "I'm glad he's going away. He's too picturesque to have among so many romantic girls. Afraid his 'grand, gloomy and peculiar' style will be too much for our simple maids.?

Thoreau's Flute: Above man's aims his nature rose. The wisdom of a just content made one small spot a continent, and turned to poetry life's prose. [about Henry David Thoreau]

We'll all grow up Meg, no pretending we won't.

Where thoughts and feelings dwell.

You have grown abominably lazy, and you like gossip, and waste time on frivolous things, you are contented to be petted and admired by silly people, instead of being loved and respected by wise ones.

On some occasions, women, like dreams, go by contraries.

Proved that woman isn't a half but a whole human being, and can stand alone.

She never knew that Mr. Laurence opened his study door to hear the old-fashioned airs he liked. She never saw Laurie mount guard in the hall to warn the servants away. She never suspected that the exercise books and new songs which she found in the rack were put there for her special benefit, and when he talked to her about music at home she only thought how kind he was to tell things that helped her so much. So she enjoyed herself heartily, and found, what isn't always the case, that her granted wish was all she had hoped. Perhaps it was because she was so grateful for this blessing that a greater was given her. At any rate she deserved both.

Some stories are so familiar it?s like going home.

The clocks were striking midnight and the rooms were very still as a figure glided quietly from bed to bed, smoothing a coverlid here, settling a pillow there, and pausing to look long and tenderly at each unconscious face, to kiss each with lips that mutely blessed, and to pray the fervent prayers which only mothers utter.

The slyness of the rascal tickled the boy so much that he pushed back his hat, clapped his hands, and burst out laughing as he had not done before for weeks. Everyone looked round surprised, and Sancho regarded them with a mildly inquiring air.

Tired of my own company, I suppose, now I've seen so much better.

We'll all grow up someday, Meg, we might as well know what we want.

Where's the use of looking nice, when no one sees me but those cross midgets, and no one cares whether I'm pretty or not?

You have so many extraordinary gifts; how can you expect to lead an ordinary life?

On, I don't think I'm a genius!' cried Josie, growing calm and sober as she listened to the melodious voice and looked into the expressive face that filled her with confidence, so strong, sincere and kindly was it. 'I only want to find out if I have talent enough to go on, and after years of study be able to act well in any of the good plays people never tire of seeing. I don't expected to be a Mrs. Siddons or a Miss Cameron, much as I long to be; but it does seem as if I had something in me which can't come out in any way but this. When I act I'm perfectly happy. I seem to live, to be in my own world, and each new part is a new friend. I love Shakespeare, and am never tired of his splendid people. Of course I don't understand it all; but it's like being alone at night with the mountains and the stars, solemn and grand, and I try to imagine how it will look when the sun comes up, and all is glorious and clear to me. I can't see, but I feel the beauty, and long to express it.

Queen of my tub, I merrily sing, while the white foam rises high, and sturdily wash, and rinse, and wring, and fasten the clothes to dry; then out in the free fresh air they swing, under the sunny sky. I wish we could wash from our hearts and our souls the stains of the week away, and let water and air by their magic make ourselves as pure as they; then on the earth there would be indeed a glorious washing-day! Along the path of a useful life will heart's-ease ever bloom; the busy mind has no time to think of sorrow, or care, or gloom; and anxious thoughts may be swept away as we busily wield a broom. I am glad a task to me is given to labor at day by day; for it brings me health, and strength, and hope, and I cheerfully learn to say- Head, you may think; Heart, you may feel; But Hand, you shall work always!

She preferred imaginary heroes to real ones, because when tired of them, the former could be shut up in the tin kitchen till called for, and the latter were less manageable.

Sometimes when we least expect it, a small cross proves a lovely crown, a seemingly unimportant event becomes a lifelong experience, or a stranger becomes a friend

The day had been both unprofitable and unsatisfactory, and he was wishing he could live it over again.

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American Author and Novelist best known for Little Women