Little Women Monologues

Jo March reflects back and forth on her life, telling the beloved story of the March sisters - four young women, each determined to live life on her own terms.

Women, 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. I'm so sick of people saying that love is just all a woman is fit for.

I'd rather be a free spinster and paddle my own canoe.

I can't say "Yes" truly so I won't say it at all. You'll see that I'm right, eventually, and you'll thank me for it.

You'll find some lovely accomplished girl, who will adore you, and make a fine mistress for your fine house. I wouldn't. I'm homely and awkward and odd and you'd be ashamed of me and we would quarrel - we can't help it even now! - I'd hate elegant society and you'd hate my scribbling and we would be unhappy and wish we hadn't done it and everything will be horrid.

Nothing more -- except that... I don't believe I will ever marry. I'm happy as I am, and love my liberty too well to be in any hurry to give it up.

Don't go quietly, fight! Please fight to the end, be LOUD! Don't just quietly go away!

I can't get over my disappointment at being a girl.

What is wrong with me? I've made so many resolutions and written sad notes and cried over my sins, but it just doesn't seem to help. When I get in a passion I get so savage I could hurt anyone and I'd enjoy it.

I suppose marriage has always been an economic proposition. Even in fiction.

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 so lonely…

Well my sister Amy is in Paris, and until she marries someone obscenely wealthy, it's up to me to keep the family afloat. Goodbye.

She writes that Laurie is there... I'm glad he's with her, he won't respond to any of my letters.

If I were a girl in a book this would all be so easy.

I can't say "yes" truly, so I'm not going to say it at all.

No one will forget Jo March.

Well, I believe we have some power over who we love, it isn't something that just happens to a person.

Well. I'm not a poet, I'm just a woman. And as a woman I have no way to make money, not enough to earn a living and support my family. Even if I had my own money, which I don't, it would belong to my husband the minute we were married. If we had children they would belong to him, not me. They would be his property. So don't sit there and tell me that marriage isn't an economic proposition, because it is. It may not be for you but it most certainly is for me.

I have been second to Jo my whole life in everything and I will not be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her. I won't do it, not when, not when I've spent my entire life loving you.

I'm making a mould of my foot for Laurie to remind him I have nice feet.

It's just that the only thing you care about is your writing so it's not as if I could hurt you by ruining one of your dresses. And I really did want to hurt you. I am the most sorry for it now. I'm so sorry.

I know. You brought my sister back from the dance. I would have never have sprained my ankle. I have lovely small feet, the best in the family. But I can never go home again, because I'm in such trouble. Look!

I want to be great or nothing.

Aren't you ashamed of a hand like that?

It looks like it's never done a day of work in its life. And that ring is ridiculous.

I feel sorry for you, I really do. I just wish you'd bear it better.

No, I'd be respected if I couldn't be loved.

My nose will simply not look refined.