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.
LAURA INGALLS WILDERMoney hasn’t any value of its own; it represents the stored up energy of men and women and is really just someone’s promise to pay a certain amount of that energy.
More Laura Ingalls Wilder Quotes
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The object of all education is to make folks fit to live.
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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.
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Far worst of all, the fever had settled in Mary’s eyes, and Mary was blind.
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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.
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We must get rid of the habit of classing all women together politically and thinking of the ‘woman’s vote’ as one and indivisible.
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These happy golden years are passing by, these happy golden years.
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We go lightheartedly on our way, never thinking that by a careless word or two we may have altered the whole course of human lives, for some person will take our advice and use it.
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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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In order to thoroughly enjoy anything, one must feel the absence of it at times.
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Some old-fashioned things like fresh air and sunshine are hard to beat.
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Tact does for life just what lubricating oil does for machinery.
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If enough people think of a thing and work hard enough at it, I guess it’s pretty nearly bound to happen, wind and weather permitting.
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The wilderness needs your whole attention.
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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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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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