“Your father, Jo. He never loses patience,--never doubts or complains,--but always hopes, and works and waits so cheerfully, that one is ashamed to do otherwise before him. He helped and comforted me, and showed me that I must try to practise all the virtues I would have my little girls possess, for I was their example. It was easier for your sakes than for my own; a startled or surprised look from one of you, when I spoke sharply, rebuked me more than any words could have done; and the love, respect, and confidence of my children was the sweetest reward I could receive for my efforts to be the woman I would have them copy.”
Louisa May Alcott“It’s genius simmering, perhaps. I’ll let it simmer, and see what comes of it,” he said, with a secret suspicion all the while that it wasn’t genius, but something far more common. Whatever it was, it simmered to some purpose, for he grew more and more discontented with his desultory life, began to long for some real and earnest work to go at, soul and body, and finally came to the wise conclusion that everyone who loved music was not a composer.”
Louisa May Alcott, Little Women“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.”
Louisa May Alcott, Little Women“Six weeks is a long time to wait, and a still longer time for a girl to keep a secret…”
Louisa May Alcott, Little Women“I don't think secrets agree with me, I feel rumpled up in mind since you told me that…”
Louisa May Alcott, Little Women“…in silence learned the sweet solace which affection administers to sorrow.”
Louisa May Alcott, Little Women“…possessed of that indescribable charm called grace.”
Louisa May Alcott, Little Women“I am lonely, sometimes, but I dare say it's good for me…”
Louisa May Alcott, Little Women“It takes so little to make a child happy, that it is a pity in a world full of sunshine and pleasant things, that there should be any wistful faces, empty hands, or lonely little hearts.”
Louisa May Alcott, Little Men