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
...the words 'we are sisters' went straight to her heart and nestled there.
To me, love isn't all. I must look up, not down, trust and honor with my whole heart, and find strenght and integrity to lean on
…I can't help seeing that you are very lonely, and sometimes there is a hungry look in your eyes that goes to my heart.
I wish I had no heart, it aches so…
I have nothing to give but my heart so full and these empty hands." "They're not empty now.
Laurie felt just then that his heart was entirely broken and the world a howling wilderness.
Painful as it may be, a significant emotional event can be the catalyst for choosing a direction that serves us - and those around us - more effectively. Look for the learning.
The young people were playing that still more absorbing game in which hearts are always trumps.
Jo's breath gave out here, and wrapping her head in the paper, she bedewed her little story with a few natural tears, for to be independent and earn the praise of those she loved were the dearest wishes of her heart, and this seemed to be the first step toward that happy end.
Head, you may think; heart, you may feel; But hand, you shall work alway!
Where the heart is the mind works best.
I did fail, say what you will, for Jo wouldn't love me.
They were enjoying the happy hour that seldom comes but once in any life, the magical moment which bestows youth on the old, beauty on the plain, wealth on the poor, and gives human hearts a foretaste of heaven.
For with eyes made clear by many tears, and a heart softened by the tenderest sorrow, she recognized the beauty of her sister's life—uneventful, unambitious, yet full of the genuine virtues which 'smell sweet, and blossom in the dust', the self-forgetfulness that makes the humblest on earth remembered soonest in heaven, the true success which is possible to all.