Louisa May Alcott Quotes

Do it for joy and you can do it forever

There are robberies that leave man or woman forever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer.

There's light and joy, but there's also darkness all around and we can be lost in it.

The joys of love...last only a moment. The sorrows of love last all the life long.

The activity of happiness must occupy an entire lifetime; for one swallow does not a summer make.

I know not whether you came to me or I to you. Not whether it was a dream, asleep or awake. I am lost in the darkness of a downcast heart. Dream or reality. Let it be decided tonight.

Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.

Can't you make them stop?' I asked her that day, wondering if there was anything in this woman I could speak to, if she had ever run joyfully over grass, or had watched flowers, or known delight or love.

Occasionally I sense an insane wail deep down in the pit, the echo alone reaching me, striking without warning, a child weeping uninhibitedly, imprisoned forever.

Anything's possible in Human Nature," Chacko said in his Reading Aloud voice. Talking to the darkness now, suddenly insensitive to his little fountain-haired niece. "Love. Madness. Hope. Infinite joy." Of the four things that were Possible in Human Nature, Rahel thought that Infinnate Joy sounded the saddest. Perhaps because of the way Chacko said it. Infinnate Joy. With a church sound to it. Like a sad fish with fins all over.

It consists mainly of the storm of thoughts that is forever blowing through one's head.

I search but never find, hurt but never cry I work and forever try but I'm cursed, so never mind.

Or maybe I’d lost my soul already. I doubted God let someone like me keep any gift from him. It was highly likely I’d been born without one.

I wish I knew where I was going. Doomed to be carried of the spirit into the wilderness, I suppose. I wish I could be more moderate in my desires, but I cannot, and so there is no rest.

Only the dead stay seventeen forever.

It is in these acts called trivialities that the seeds of joy are forever wasted, until men and women look round with haggard faces at the devastation their own waste has made, and say, the earth bears no harvest of sweetness - calling their denial knowledge.

This is not the person I wanted to become: Hatred has carved a permanent place inside me, a hollow where things are so easily lost.

The flip side of happiness is suffering.

It is mostly with your blood, Gala that I paint my pictures

If the descent is thus sometimes performed in sorrow, it can also take place in joy.

We fall in love forever many times, and many times we die.

He: What’s the matter with you? Me: Nothing. Nothing was slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by nothing, saying nothing, nothingness becomes me. When I am nothing they will say surprised in the way that they are forever surprised, "but there was nothing the matter with her.

I can wade Grief -- Whole Pools of it -- I'm used to that -- But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet -- And I tip -- drunken -- Let no Pebble -- smile -- 'Twas the New Liquor -- That was all!

Anger is a thief who steals away the nice moments.