Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit,… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
These happy golden years are passing by, these happy golden years. — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common, everyday blessings of our common… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
The stream of passing years is like a river with people being carried along in the current. Some are swept along, protesting,… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
Ma sighed gently and said, "A whole year gone, Charles." But Pa answered, cheerfully: "What's a year amount to? We have all… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
Pa did not like a country so old and worn out that the hunting was poor. He wanted to go west. For… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
The days have never been long enough to do the things I would like to do. Every year has held more of… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
The incurable optimism of the farmer who throws his seed on the ground every spring, betting it and his time against the… — 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
