Decent for a biography, some good descriptions. Otherwise unremarkable. I think I would have enjoyed reading Little Women instead.
"It was a time of great happiness, peace and security, those first two years of the Alcotts' married life. Happiness was to continue, sometimes interrupted in strange ways; but peace and security were not to come again for a very long time."
"...here, most of all, were the unruffled peace and the genuine happiness of living, of a household devoted and gay, high-spirited and happy, even in the face of sorrow."
"...her mother's heart had been wrung with pain over the baby brother who came and went away again." "Only long after, when her daughter saw some of her mother's letters and read in her journal the despairing cry of bitter grief, did Louisa have any real knowledge of what her mother had suffered over the little boy who was lost, and of whom the girls were taught to speak as though they had really had and known their brother."
"Much of the time, the older three were taken care of by their father when their mother was busy, or when, as she frankly admitted, she was too tired to be wise or patient with them."
"He said a very little, in brief explanation, to make Louisa see that she had done wrong in taking things without permission, and then he held her on his knee while she leaned her face against his shoulder and broke into a storm of weeping. He did not make stupid attempts to comfort her, but let her cry her fill until, in sheer exhaustion, she went to sleep. She awake an hour afterward, frightened for an instant to find herself in the twilight of the big garret, then reassured to discover that she was still upon his knee, within the circle of his comforting arm."
"So surrounded were they by love and watchfulness that the discomforts and privations which crept more and more into their days did not seem to matter. What did matter was that these two beloved ones, who were their whole world were growing day by day more sorrowful and desperate."
"There is no better way to learn how to understand the minds of children than to teach them. Louisa gave generously and taught well, but she could not learn to like her work. She was too restless and impetuous; she was too prone to find the long hours of sitting still as trying as did even the smallest of her pupils. Determination, however, can take the place of patience, if earnestly applied."
"It was Abba Alcott's habit to look into the diaries, which were always open to her, and to write brief letters to her children amongst the pages of uncertain writing. "I have observed all day your patience with baby, your obedience to me, your kindness to all." After one of Louisa's tempests of furious temper, which broke out from time to time when she was small, was this comment: "I was grieved at your selfish behaviour this morning, but also greatly pleased to find you bore so meekly Father's reproof of it. I know that you will have a happy day after the storm; keep quiet, read, walk, but do not talk much till all is peace again."
"It was March when Elizabeth went away. Louisa saw her go with the strange, numb calmness that attends an agonizing grief when it cannot be averted. Elizabeth was glad to be at rest; no one could begrudge her the freedom from suffering which she had finally won, when "on the same breast where she had drawn her first breath, she quietly drew her last." An inconspicuous, beautiful, unselfish life, coming to an almost imperceptible close."
"Life goes on after sorrow, in spite of sorrow, as a defense against sorrow."
""I am glad to have known so good a man," she wrote of him. Behind that simple statement is all her gratitude for the cheerful welcomes when she was lonely and homesick, for counsel and encouragement in the midst of a great man's busy days, for the fortitude which he put into her heart, to remain there forever."
"There is no experience in the world that can ever match that of seeing soldiers go away, of seeing the gaiety and the excitement and of knowing the black and hopeless tragedy which is behind it all. There is little that is so terrible as seeing strong, wholesome young men, every one of them beautiful in the flush of their high patriotism, as watching them go and knowing that they are surely to die."
"Louisa leaned back in her chair to rest a minute and draw her breath, for it had taken all her strength and spirit to help the desolate little boy. How tired she was and how long the night! But she could be still for a little now, she thought, and gather courage again."
"Theodore Parker had been dead nearly three years, but she knew, still, every word he had ever said to help her in her own need. He had given her courage to face some hard things; she could face this."
"Like all people when they are ill, she had been thinking only of the difficult present and not of the future. Now, as she began to feel something like real strength again, she fell to wondering what was before her. She had thought of herself as such a failure, but perhaps, after all, there were still worlds for her to conquer."
"Only one party of guests stood out against her, a Southern colonel and his family, who regarded her across the room with the bitter enmity which is the aftermath of war. Louisa smiled over their haughty hostility and cheerfully went her own way."
"Once these two reached an age sufficient for understanding each other, the little-girl quarrels ceased forever."
"Abba Alcott was slowly slipping into the rest and peace which were to be greater even than any Louisa could give. She was cheerful and free from suffering through weeks and months of failing. Bronson had come home and Louisa's arms were close about her when she finally went away. How strange it was to be in that household and know that the strong spirit which had ruled it so long was absent."
"She was royally welcomed and carried home, and many times, at night, Louisa would go into her room, to look at her in her small bed, to make sure that she was really there." "One of the ways in which children are a comfort is their ability to keep everyone occupied and absorbed in them."