15 discoveries later
Which one keeps calling?
Choose a stream to follow and continue in Read, or shuffle the shelves for another flight.Little Women
He admits he tried to love them both and failed—his changed heart cost him a hard lesson.
Louisa May AlcottLittle Women
He gently strokes her hair and kisses her brow—what he says next is a hush only she can hear.
Louisa May AlcottLittle Women
The basket tips and a gigantic lobster is revealed to a highborn guest—class and comedy collide.
Louisa May AlcottLittle Women
He refuses to give Beth up—she's his conscience, and losing her feels impossible.
Louisa May AlcottLittle Women
Give me the courage that made the path of duty green beneath your willing feet—what did she pay to keep it?
Louisa May AlcottLittle Women
She'd rather see her daughters poor and beloved than rich without self-respect.
Louisa May AlcottLittle Women
We won't hide behind curtains anymore—come over; we'll sing, dance, and make you laugh.
Louisa May AlcottLittle Women
Leave me your great patience—could cheerfulness survive inside a prison-house of pain?
Louisa May AlcottThe Importance of Being Earnest: A Trivial Comedy for Serious People
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his.
Wilde, OscarThe Odyssey
Home is all I can think of; if a god drowns me, I'll bear it and move on.
HomerThe Odyssey
A prophecy warned he'd lose his sight — yet he blames a 'little weakling' who robbed him while he drank.
HomerThe Picture of Dorian Gray
He stood between mirror and canvas, smiling at his own beauty and delighting in the portrait’s decay—why savor corruption?
Oscar WildeThe Picture of Dorian Gray
If someone marries again, you can read their story: women try their luck; men risk theirs.
Oscar WildeFrankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus
He saw himself in the pool and recoiled—how does a reflected face turn admiration into a ruinous despair?
Mary ShelleyFrankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus
Paralysed with horror, I realized I might have set loose a being that delights in carnage.
Mary Shelley