Jo March Quotes

“Love Jo all your days, if you choose, but don't let it spoil you, for it's wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can't have the one you want.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“Women, they have minds, and they have souls, as well as just hearts. And they’ve got ambition, and they’ve got talent, as well as just beauty. I’m so sick of people saying that love is all a woman is fit for.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“I find it poor logic to say that because women are good, women should vote. Men do not vote because they are good; they vote because they are male, and women should vote, not because we are angels and men are animals, but because we are human beings and citizens of this country.”
― Louisa May Alcott

“I want to do something splendid before I go into my castle--something heroic, or wonderful--that won't be forgotten after I'm dead. I don't know what, but I'm on the watch for it, and mean to astonish you all, some day. I think I shall write books, and get rich and famous; that would suit me, so that is my favorite dream.”
― Louisa May Alcott

“You say often you wish a library. Here I gif you one, for between these lids (he meant covers) is many books in one. Read him well, and he will help you much, for the study of character in this book will help you to read it in the world and paint it with your pen.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“Where are you going?” Amy asks.


“To speak my truth,” I reply, then add quietly, “even if my voice shakes.”
― Marina Hill, Little Writer

“To Beth, there isn’t an illness or sour mood that cats or a walk in the garden can’t heal.”
― Marina Hill, Little Writer

“But I think girls ought to show when they disapprove of young men, and how can they do it except by their manners? Preaching does not do any good, as I know to my sorrow, since I’ve had Teddy to manage; but there are many little ways in which I can influence him without a word, and I say we ought to do it to others if we can.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“I'm always possessed to burst out with some particularly blunt speech or revolutionary sentiment before her; it's my doom, and I can't help it.'
- Jo March”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“—Ya no parece mi Jo, pero la quiero aún más por ello.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Mujercitas

“Ser testigo de aquellos momentos enseñó a Jo más que el sermón más sabio, el himno más santo y la oración más fervorosa jamás pronunciada”
― Louisa May Alcott, Mujercitas

“De haber sido la protagonista de un libro de contenido moral, en ese momento de su vida, Jo se hubiese transformado en santa, hubiese renunciado al mundo y se hubiese dedicado a recorrer los caminos haciendo el bien, con un sencillo sombrero y los bolsillos llenos de panfletos. Pero lo cierto es que Jo no era una protagonista de una novela, sino una joven real, que luchaba por salir adelante en la vida, como hacen cientos de mujeres, y actuó conforme a su naturaleza, sintiéndose enfadada, triste, lánguida o animada según los casos.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Mujercitas

“—No entiendo. ¿Qué puede haber en una historia tan corta y sencilla para que la gente la alabe de ese modo? —preguntó con auténtica perplejidad.

—Es una obra sincera, Jo, ése es su secreto, y el humor y el pathos le dan la vida. Creo que al fin has encontrado tu estilo. Has escrito sin pensar en la fama o el dinero y has puesto tu corazón en el texto, hija mía. Tú has probado lo amargo, ahora viene lo dulce.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Mujercitas

“La felicidad de Amy había avivado su deseo de amar a alguien con toda la fuerza de su alma y su corazón, alguien de quien no se separaría nunca mientras Dios lo permitiese.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Mujercitas

“Jo se debió quedar dormida (como imagino que le habrá ocurrido al lector tras este pequeño sermón).”
― Louisa May Alcott, Mujercitas

“Echaré de menos a mi joven amigo, pero querré tanto o más al hombre en el que te has convertido y te admiraré porque harás lo posible por ser quien yo creía que podías ser.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Mujercitas

“Echaré de menos a mi joven amigo, pero querré tanto o más al hombre en el que te has convertido y te admiraré porque harás lo posible por ser quien yo creía que podrías ser.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Mujercitas

“No les preocupaba lo que pensaran los demás, ya que para ellos había llegado ese momento de felicidad que sólo se conoce una vez en la vida. Un instante mágico que proporciona juventud al viejo, belleza a la persona corriente, riqueza al pobre, y que da al corazón humano una muestra de lo que se siente estar en el cielo.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Mujercitas

“No he perdido la esperanza de escribir un buen libro algún día, pero puedo esperar y estoy segura de que será mejor, porque podré inspirarme en escenas como ésta.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Mujercitas

“I will not weep, she thought. I will not I will not I will NOT.
I had my chance.
Laurie asked me first.
He loved me first.
But I let him go, and I don't deserve him.
I didn't want him then, and I don't want him now.
Not now. Not ever.
But Jo, of all people, knew a story when she heard one. Especially when the ending had been gotten so wrong.”
― Margaret Stohl, Jo & Laurie

“It's no use, Jo, we've got to have it out, and the sooner the better for both of us.”
― Louisa May Alcott

“But there is little room for anything but truth in the fresh gnaw of becoming.”
― Tess Sharpe, Great or Nothing

“Harrumph.’ Jo harrumphed.”
― Lauren Baratz-Logsted, Little Women and Me

“Love was madness, was foolish, was senseless. Love was a problem, and yet somehow the loss of it was a worse one. Love made normal things, sensible things, make no sense at all.

It made Meg almost refuse a good man who loved her.

It made their mama give all their bread to the Hummels and wait forever for a chaplain husband who was practically a ghost.

It made Amy and Poppet speak in their own private language, the language of long-lost and now-reunited twins, shipwrecked together in the seas of some faraway world.

It made familiar things terrifying, and terrifying things familiar.

It burned the wings off moths, sending them headlong into the flame.

There was no escape, no recovery, no happy ending. You loved and you lost. Your heart beat and the beating left it bruised beyond recognition. You could feel it, or try not to feel it, or long for it, but you didn't get to keep it.

It didn't matter how, or even why. He loved you or he didn't. She died or she didn't. He left or he didn't.

In the end, you were always the loneliest person in the world, no matter who you were. Because that was what love was, the very raggedy edge of that feeling, the coming or the going of it. There was nothing else.

Only shadows.”
― Margaret Stohl, Jo & Laurie

“Meg watched her sister stand up straight to buck up her courage. Perhaps no one but a sister would have seen the little tremble in Jo's chin, the hurt in her eyes. Laurie certainly didn't seem to notice. Only Meg felt all the air go out of the room as she realized Jo was very close to tears - that in another minute they would have a scene on their hands, and it would all come out at last.

Instead, Jo said, 'Congratulations, Laurie. I hope you're very happy together.' And she ran up the stairs and away before he could say another word.”
― Margaret Stohl, Jo & Laurie

“There are no eyes like those in the whole world, she thought. Eyes like glaciers, like cold northern afternoons. Lapis eyes, blue-sky blue.
She hadn't known how much she loved them.
And that face.
She loved the frown. She loved the furrowed brow. She loved the one irritated eyebrow. She loved the total indifference, the moment one idea or another pushed her temporarily out of his thoughts. She loved it because she loved the sweetness, in the other moments, when he came back to her. The softening, when she came near.”
― Margaret Stohl, Jo & Laurie

“Very ursine. Yes, Mr. Bhaer, your old bore. But she returns home to see Beth before she dies, and leaves him in Manhattan. All seems ended, until Amy and Laurie return home...man and...wife.'

Jo looked at him. 'It was about art and music. And Paris. And Rome.'

'I get it." He shook his head, aghast. 'But, Jo.”
― Margaret Stohl, Jo & Laurie

“Was that it? The great risk of belonging to someone else? Someone who could hurt you. Someone who could leave you. Someone you could lose. Someone you could love, and make all those other things a thousand times worse.

Was that why receiving a heart felt like having to give her own away?”
― Margaret Stohl, Jo & Laurie

“Every cell in her body was screaming at her to flee, but every beat of her heart was telling her to stay. And now she knew. She did belong to him, because he belonged to her, and they belonged to each other. There was no wedding vow that needed to be spoken for her to understand that. Even unmarried, even under separate roofs, they belonged together. No suitable wife would ever care for him more.”
― Margaret Stohl, Jo & Laurie

“And in that moment - sitting on the splintering veranda steps of Orchard House, surrounded by Vegetable Valley, looking up at the first and last great love of her life - Josephine March knew precisely what to do. And even more, she knew she was going to do it.
Risk it. Embrace it. Maybe even, one day, lose it.
Love.
It would be her honor and her pleasure to go down with this particular ship. They could be dashed together upon the rocks, sink together to the ocean floor. Only blurry, ink-splotched pages to mark their watery grave.
Because it was always our story.
It just never had the right ending.”
― Margaret Stohl, Jo & Laurie