In the Bookcase

6.06.2012

My favorite selections from 'Little Women'.

When reading Louisa May Alcott's writings, it is impossible to overlook the beauty of the words, and the charm of how the adjectives intertwine so delightfully to describe each scene. It is a work of art that the modern world of writing has misplaced and forgotten. Below are some of my very favorite quotes that are dearest to me that I've uncovered while reading Little Women. The selections come from both Part I and Part II of the book.... enjoy!
A bit from Jo... "I shall have to toil and moil all my days, with only little bits of fun now and then, and get old and ugly and sour, because I'm poor and can't enjoy my life as other girls do. It's a shame!" ... Chapter IV

... I suspect that the real attraction was a large library of fine books, which was left to dust and spiders since Uncle March died. Jo remembered the kind old gentleman, who used to let her build railroads and bridges with his big dictionaries, tell her stories about queer pictures in his Latin books, and buy her cards of gingerbread whenever he met her in the street. The dim, dusty room, with the busts staring down from the tall bookcases, the cozy chairs, the globes, and best of all, the wilderness of books in which she could wander where she liked, made the library a region of bliss to her. ... Chapter IV

A rather pretty little picture... the sisters sat together in the shady nook, with sun and shadow flickering over them, the aromatic wind lifting their hair and cooling their hot cheeks, and all the little wood people going on with their affairs as if these were no strangers but old friends. Meg sat upon her cushion, sewing daintily with her white hands, and looking as fresh and sweet as a rose in her pink dress among the green. Beth was sorting the cones that lay thick under the hemlock near by, for she made pretty things with them. Amy was sketching a group of ferns, and Jo was knitting as she read aloud. ... Chapter XIII

... The girls gave their hearts into their mother's keeping, their souls into their father's, and to both parents, who lived and labored so faithfully for them, they gave a love that grew with their growth and bound them tenderly together by the sweetest tie which blesses life and outlives death. ... Chapter XXIV

The brilliant writer... She did not think herself a genius by any means, but when the writing fit came on, she gave herself up to it with entire abandon, and led a blissful life, unconscious of want, care, or bad weather, while she sat safe and happy in an imaginary world, full of friends almost as real and dear to her as any in the flesh. Sleep forsook her eyes, meals stood untasted, day and night were all too short to enjoy the happiness which blessed her only at such times, and made these hours worth living, even if they bore no other fruit. The devine afflatus usually lasted a week or two, and then she emerged from her 'vortex', hungry, sleepy, cross, or despondent. ... Chapter XXVII

... Like most young scribblers, she went abroad for her characters and scenery, and banditti, counts, gypsies, nuns, and duchesses appeared upon her stage, and played their parts with as much accuracy and spirit as could be expected. Her readers were not particular about such trifles as grammar, punctuation, and probability ... Chapter XXXIV

... But Mr. Dashwood [the newspaper editor] rejected any but thrilling tales, and as thrills could not be produced except by harrowing up the souls of the readers, history and romance, land and sea, science and art, police records and lunatic asylums, had to be ransacked for the purpose. Jo soon found that her innocent experience had given her but few glimpses of the tragic world which underlies society, so regarding it in a business light, she set about supplying her deficiencies with characteristic energy. Eager to find material for stories, and bent on making them original in plot, if not masterly in execution, she searched newspapers for accidents, incidents, and crimes. She excited the suspicions of public librarians by asking for works on poisons. She studied faces in the street, and characters, good, bad, and indifferent, all about her. She delved in the dust of ancient times for facts or fictions so old that they were as good as new ... Chapter XXXIV

More of Jo's thoughts... "An old maid, that's what I'm to be. A literary spinster, with a pen for a spouse, a family of stories for children, and twenty years hence a morsel of fame, perhaps" ... Chapter XLIII

The festival at Plumfield... [it was] a mellow October day, when the air was full of an exhilarating freshness which made the spirits rise and the blood dance healthily in the veins. The old orchard wore its holiday attire. Goldenrod and asters fringed the mossy walls. Grasshoppers skipped briskly in the sere grass, and crickets chirped like fairy pipers at a feast. Squirrels were busy with their small harvesting. Birds twittered their adieux from the alders in the lane, and every tree stood ready to send down its shower of red or yellow apples at the first shake. ... Chapter XLVII


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1 comment:

  1. So, SOOO many delightful tid-bits in this book I see! :D Little Women has been such a favorite classic book for so many year and it's not difficult to see why! ;D Thank you for sharing all these lovely quotes (and yes, I did read them all! Hehe!). It's been many years since I read this book...I think I might read it next year when I get to go back and read books I've read before. ;)

    I loved this part in the 2nd quote, "made the library a region of bliss to her." Exactly. :) *sweet sighs*

    I wanted to also let you know I replied to the comment on my book review post (thanks for stopping by...I always enjoy knowing what you think of my reviews! Hugs!) - http://younghomemakers.blogspot.com/2012/05/book-challenge-2012-april-reviews.html?showComment=1337275827710#c4201235138799860207

    Love in Christ!
    ~Rachel~

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