I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.
The real things haven't changed. It is still best to be honest and truthful; to make the most of what we have; to be happy with simple pleasures; and have courage when things go wrong.
Laura felt a warmth inside her. It was very small, but it was strong. It was steady, like a tiny light in the dark, and it burned very low but no winds could make it flicker because it would not give up.
Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.
Home is the nicest word there is.
There's no great loss without some small gain.
The only stupid thing about words is the spelling of them.
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Persons appear to us according to the light we throw upon them from our own minds. -Laura Ingalls Wilder, author (1867-1957)
There is no comfort anywhere for anyone who dreads to go home.
Remember me with smiles and laughter, for that is how I will remember you all. If you can only remember me with tears, then don't remember me at all.
Remember well, and bear in mind, a constant friend is hard to find.
The true way to live is to enjoy every moment as it passes, and surely it is in the everyday things around us that the beauty of life lies.
A good laugh overcomes more difficulties and dissipates more dark clouds than any other one thing.
The trouble with organizing a thing is that pretty soon folks get to paying more attention to the organization than to what they're organized for.
It is a good idea sometimes to think of the importance and dignity of our every-day duties. It keeps them from being so tiresome; besides, others are apt take us at our own valuation.
We'd never get anything fixed to suit us if we waited for things to suit us before we started.
We had no choice. Sadness was a dangerous as panthers and bears. the wilderness needs your whole attention.
We who live in quiet places have the opportunity to become acquainted with ourselves, to think our own thoughts and live our own lives in a way that is not possible for those keeping up with the crowd.
These times are too progressive. Everything has changed too fast. Railroads and telegraphs and kerosene and coal stoves -- they're good to have but the trouble is, folks get to depend on 'em.
There is nothing wrong with God's plan that man should earn his bread by the sweat of his brow.
She heard pa shouting,"Jiminy crickets!It's raining fish-hooks and hammer handles!
Never bet your money on another man's game.
Some old-fashioned things like fresh air and sunshine are hard to beat. In our mad rush for progress and modern improvements let's be sure we take along with us all the old-fashioned things worth while.
No rich man can walk through the eye of a needle.
These happy golden years are passing by, these happy golden years.
Remember me with smiles and laughter, for that is how i will remember you
This, is now.
Every war is more or less a woman's war.
Everything from the little house was in the wagon except the beds and tables and chairs. They did not need to take these, because Pa could always make new ones.
Ma sighed gently and said, "A whole year gone, Charles." But Pa answered, cheerfully: "What's a year amount to? We have all the time there is.
