There is no comfort anywhere for anyone who dreads to go home.
LAURA INGALLS WILDERHer blue eyes were still beautiful, but they did not know what was before them, and Mary herself could never look through them again to tell Laura what she was thinking without saying a word.
More Laura Ingalls Wilder Quotes
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Once you begin being naughty, it is easier to go and on and on, and sooner or later something dreadful happens.
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In order to thoroughly enjoy anything, one must feel the absence of it at times.
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Her blue eyes were still beautiful, but they did not know what was before them, and Mary herself could never look through them again to tell Laura what she was thinking without saying a word.
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When Pa was at home the gun always lay across those two wooden hooks above the door. … The gun was always loaded, and always above the door so that Pa could get it quickly and easily, any time he needed a gun.
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In these days when we feed those who are not hungry, we are stealing from those who are starving, even though the food is our own.
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The sweetness of life lies in usefulness, like honey deep in the heart of a clover bloom.
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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.
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The uplift of a fearless heart will help us over barriers. No one ever overcomes difficulties by going at them in a hesitant, doubtful way.
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People used to have time to live and enjoy themselves, but there is no time anymore for anything but work, work, work.
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I understood….that in my own life I represented a whole period of American history.
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The only stupid thing about words is the spelling of them.
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All those golden autumn days the sky was full of wings. Wings beating low over the blue water of Silver Lake, wings beating high in the blue air far above it bearing them all away to the green fields in the South.
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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.
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Never bet your money on another man’s game.
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There’s no great loss without some small gain.
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