When the fiddle had stopped singing Laura called out softly, "What are days of auld lang syne, Pa?" "They are the days… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
Everything from the little house was in the wagon, except the beds and tables and chairs. They did not need to take… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
So Pa sold the little house. He sold the cow and calf. He made hickory bows and fastened them upright to the… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
So they all went away from the little log house. The shutters were over the windows, so the little house could not… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
If the members of a home are ill-temperered and quarrelsome, how quickly you feel it when you enter the house. You may… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
She thought to herself, "This is now." She was glad that the cozy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
The path that went by the little house had become a road. Almost every day Laura and Mary stopped their playing and… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
A long time ago, when all the grandfathers and grandmothers of today were little boys and little girls or very small babies,… — 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
