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
I think she is growing up, and so begins to dream dreams, and have hopes and fears and fidgets, without knowing why or being able to explain them.
…tomorrow was her birthday, and she was thinking how fast the years went by, how old she was getting, and how little she seemed to have accomplished. Almost twenty-five and nothing to show for it.
I don't think secrets agree with me, I feel rumpled up in mind since you told me that…
Our actions are in our own hands, but the consequences of them are not. Remember that, my dear, and think twice before you do anything.
... for it is the small temptations which undermine integrity unless we watch and pray and never think them too trivial to be resisted.
Watch and pray, dear, never get tired of trying, and never think it is impossible to conquer your fault.
You may try your experiment for a week and see how you like it. I think by Saturday night you will find that all play and no work is as bad as all work and no play
Head, you may think; heart, you may feel; But hand, you shall work alway!
If people really want to go, and really try all their lives, I think they will get in; for I don't believe there are any locks on that door, or any guards at the gate. I always imagine it is as it is in the picture, where the shining ones stretch out their hands to welcome poor Christian as he comes up from the river.
My book came out; and people began to think that topsy-turvy Louisa would amount to something after all.
I think we are all hopelessly flawed.
I was thinking what a curious thing love is; only a sentiment, and yet it has power to make fools of men and slaves of women.
I think this power of living in our children is one of the sweetest things in the world…
Young people think they never can change, but they do in the most wonderful manner, and very few die of broken hearts.