Louisa May Alcott
Louisa May Alcott
Louisa May Alcottwas an American novelist and poet best known as the author of the novel Little Womenand its sequels Little Menand Jo's Boys. Raised by her transcendentalist parents, Abigail May and Amos Bronson Alcott in New England, she grew up among many of the well-known intellectuals of the day such as Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nathaniel Hawthorne, and Henry David Thoreau...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth29 November 1832
CityPhiladelphia, PA
CountryUnited States of America
Fame is a pearl many dive for and only a few bring up. Even when they do, it is not perfect, and they sigh for more, and lose better things in struggling for them.
…on some occasions, women, like dreams, go by contraries.
Cast your bread upon the waters, and after many days it will come back buttered.
And when they went away, leaving comfort behind, I think there were not in all the city four merrier people than the hungry little girls who gave away their breakfasts and contented themselves with bread and milk on Christmas morning.
…because talent isn't genius, and no amount of energy can make it so. I want to be great, or nothing.
Love covers a multitude of sins…
The moment Aunt March took her nap, or was busy with company, Jo hurried to this quiet place, and curling herself up in the easy chair, devoured poetry, romance, history, travels, and pictures like a regular bookworm.
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.
I think this power of living in our children is one of the sweetest things in the world…
…that's what old people are here for, — else their experience is of little use.
I can get on with wild beasts first-rate; but men rile me awfully…
It's lovely to see people so happy.
…it is so much better to work for others than for one's self alone.
Oh dear, life is pretty tough sometimes, isn't it?