The enormous lake stretched flat and smooth and white all the way to the edge of the gray sky. Wagon tracks went away across it, so far that you could not see where they went; they ended in nothing at… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
I understood…that in my own life I represented a whole period of American history. — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
there is a spirit in every home, a sort of composite spirit composed of the thoughts and feelings of the members of the family… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
The world seems a lonesome place when mother has passed away and only memories of her are left. — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
We'd never get anything fixed to suit us if we waited for things to suit us before we started. — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
All those golden autumn days the sky was full of wings. Wings beating low over the blue water of Silver Lake, wings beating high… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
These times are too progressive. Everything has changed too fast. Railroads and telegraphs and kerosene and coal stoves -- they're good to have but… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things in life which are the real ones after all. — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
Life was not intended to be simply a round of work, no matter how interesting and important that work may be. A moment’s pause… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
Suffering passes, while love is eternal. That's a gift that you have received from God. Don't waste it. — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
Remember well, and bear in mind, a constant friend is hard to find. — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
“Little rabbits, you know, always have games together before they go to bed.” — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
These happy golden years are passing by, these happy golden years. — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
