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
Mary and Carrie and baby Grace and Ma had all had scarlet fever. The Nelsons across the creek had had it too,… — 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
Laura felt a warmth inside her. It was very small, but it was strong. It was steady, like a tiny light in… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
They drove a long way through the snowy woods, till they came to the town of Pepin. Mary and Laura had seen… — 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
Persons appear to us according to the light we throw upon them from our own minds. -Laura Ingalls Wilder, author (1867-1957) — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
Her blue eyes were still beautiful, but they did not know what was before them, and Mary herself could never look through… — 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
