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“Is that my boy?â€�
As sure as this is my girl!”
― Louisa May Alcott, Good Wives

“I might've said 'yes,' not because I love him any more, but because I care more to be loved than when he went away.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“You, you are, you're a great deal too good for me, and I'm so grateful to you, and so proud and fond of you, I don't know why I can't love you as you want me to. I've tried, but I can't change the feeling, and it would be a lie to say I do when I don't.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“I don't believe it's the right sort of love, and I'd rather not try it," was the decided answer.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“It may be vain and wrong to say it, but- I'm afraid- Laurie is getting too fond of me.

Then you don't care for him in the way it is evident he begins to care for you? And Mrs March looked anxious as she put the question.

Mercy, no! I love the dear boy, as I always have, and am immensely proud of him, but as for anything more, it's out of the question.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“Not until months afterwards did Jo understand how she had the strength of mind to hold fast to the resolution she had made when she decided she did not love her boy, and never could. It was very hard to do, but she did it, knowing the delay was both useless and cruel.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“He wanted Jo for his heroine, and called upon his memory to supply him with tender recollections and romantic visions of his love. But memory turned traitor, and as if possessed by the perverse spirit of the girl, would only recall Jo's oddities, faults, and freaks, would only show her in the most unsentimental aspects â€� beating mats
with her head tied up in a bandana, barricading herself with the sofa pillow, or throwing cold water over his passion a la Gummidge â€� and an irresistable laugh spoiled the pensive picture he was endeavoring to paint. Jo wouldn't be put into the opera at any price, and he had to give her up with a 'Bless that girl, what a torment she is!' (...)”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“Please give these to your mother, and tell her I like the medicine she sent me very much.

-Laurie”
― Lousia May Alcott, Little Women

“I'm not jealous, dear, do your best, only
don't make a saint of him. I'm afraid I couldn't like him without a spice of human
naughtiness.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“How stupid you are child! He meant you of course.

Did he? And Jo opened her eyes as if the thought had never occurred to her before.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“It would trouble me sadly to make him unhappy, for I couldn't fall in love with the dear old fellow merely out of gratitude, could I?”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“I don't. I never wanted to make you care for me so, and I went away to keep you from it if I could.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“...instead of trying to forget, he found himself trying to remember.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“—Un hombre no vive sólo de libros —repuso Laurie, meneando la cabeza, mientras se sentaba en una mesa frente a ella.”
― 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

“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

“I only write the characters for what feels like a moment, until the characters sort of...take up the quill on their own...and begin to write each other. Tell each other their stories. They breathe on each other, and make each other live. And from then on, I'm just an eavesdropper, Amy.”
― Margaret Stohl, Jo & Laurie

“Amy stuck out her chin. 'I want Laurie.'

'You can't have Laurie,' Meg said. 'It doesn't work in the narrative. You and Laurie don't even like each other all that much.”
― Margaret Stohl, Jo & Laurie

“You're the writer,' he repeated, thought he didn't move his hand away. How strange it felt, the growing warmth pressing through the cold, cold water. So comfortable and familiar and welcome, and yet...and yet...”
― Margaret Stohl, Jo & Laurie

“Laurie, you're hopeless.'

It was only then that she saw the twinkling in his eye and realized he was teasing her.

She blushed. 'You're teasing. You're awful. A horrible bore.'

He winked. 'At least I'm not a cabbage. At least I'm not Professor Bore.'

'At least that,' she said, smiling into her tea. 'Odious fellow.”
― Margaret Stohl, Jo & Laurie

“Amy sulked. 'And they're not even talking about anything. They never are. Just loads and loads of nonsense.'

Meg patted her sister's arm. 'Only they know what they're talking about, Amy, but I do believe - in their own way - it's not nonsense.'

'Shipwrecks and sunken manuscripts and Jo's Venetian?!' Amy looked at Meg, confused. 'If that's not nonsense, what is it?'

Meg circled her arm affectionately around her little sister's slender shoulders. 'He's Jo's Cherry King, don't you see?'

'I do,' said Amy. 'But does she?”
― Margaret Stohl, Jo & Laurie

“How could she not understand? First, she had believed he was in love with Meg! Next thing he knew, she would be marrying him off to Amy or some other such rot. He shuddered.”
― Margaret Stohl, Jo & Laurie

“What a bunch of rot,' Jo exclaimed, snatching the letter out of Meg's hand. 'I won't marry Jo to Laurie for anything! Especially not to please anyone!'

'Certainly not yourself,' Meg muttered.

'What?'

'Nothing, dear.”
― 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