Quotes from Jo March:
I just feel like...women, they...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. And I'm so sick of people saying that love is just all a woman is fit for. I'm so sick of it. But I'm... I'm so lonely.
When I get in a passion, I get so savage, I could hurt anyone, and I'd enjoy it.
- And people have always said that I'm talented.
- I think you're talented. Which is why I'm being so... so blunt.
- Well, I can't afford to starve on praise.
- It doesn't have any real importance. Maybe it doesn't seem important because people don't write about them.
- No, writing doesn't confer importance. It reflects it. I don't think so. Writing them will make them more important.
- No. No one makes their own way. Not really.
- Least of all, a woman. You'll need to marry well. But you are not married, Aunt March.
- Well, that's because I'm rich.
- So the only way to be an unmarried woman is to be rich?
Quotes from Laurie:
I think you will marry. You'll find someone and love them. You will live and die for them. That's your way, and you will. And I'll watch.
- Aren't you ashamed of a hand like that?
- I'm not.
- Looks like it's never done a day of work in its life.
Quotes from others:
I'm just a woman. And as a woman, there's no way for me to make my own money. Not enough to earn a living or to support my family. If I had my own money, which I don't, that money would belong to my husband the moment we got married. If we had children, they would be his, not mine. They would be his property. So don't sit there and tell me that marriage isn't an economic proposition, because it is.
With good things to enjoy, you can find nothing to do but dawdle.
Money is the end and aim of my mercenary existence.
- I try to be contented, but it is hard. And I'm tired of being poor.
- I was afraid of this. I do my best, Meg.
"We could never have loved the earth so well
if we had had no childhood in it, if it were not the earth
where the same flowers come up again every spring
that we used to gather with our tiny fingers.
What novelty is worth that sweet monotony
where everything is known and loved
because it is known?"
Miss Beth March, I have had many pairs of slippers in my life, but I never had any that suited me so well as yours.
It's like the tide going out. It goes out slowly, but it can't be stopped.
- when you've tried love in a cottage and found it a failure.
- It can't be worse than some people find in big houses.