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If we would win success in anything, when we come to a wall that bars our way we must throw our hearts over and then follow confidently.
The real things haven't changed. It is still best to be honest and truthful; to make the most of what we have; to be happy with simple pleasures; and have courage when things go wrong.
Sweet are the uses of adversity when it shows us the kindness in our neighbor’s hearts.
As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common, everyday blessings of our common everyday lives for which we should be particularly grateful. They are the things that fill our lives with comfort and our hearts with gladness -- just the pure air to breathe and the strength to breath it; just warmth and shelter and home folks; just plain food that gives us strength; the bright sunshine on a cold day; and a cool breeze when the day is warm.
I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.
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.
It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.
Courage and kindness, loyalty, truth, and helpfulness are always the same and always needed.
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.
It is the simple things of life that make living worthwhile, the sweet fundamental things such as love and duty, work and rest, and living close to nature.
No one overcomes difficulties by going at them in a hesitant, doubtful way.
Home is the nicest word there is.
A farmer depends on himself, and the land and the weather. If you're a farmer, you raise what you eat, you raise what you wear, and you keep warm with wood out of your own timber. You work hard, but you work as you please, and no man can tell you to go or come. You'll be free and independent, son, on a farm.
Some old-fashioned things like fresh air and sunshine are hard to beat.
We start learning the minute we're born, Laura. And if we're wise, we don't stop until the Lord calls us home.
If we choose the way that ‘everybody does’ we are smirched with their dust and confusion and imitate their mistakes.
No rich man can walk through the eye of a needle.
As you read my stories of long ago I hope you will remember that things truly worthwhile and that will give you happiness are the same now as they were then. It is not the things you have that make you happy. It is love and kindness and helping each other and just plain being good.
A good laugh overcomes more difficulties and dissipates more dark clouds than any other one thing.
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.
Remember well, and bear in mind, a constant friend is hard to find.
Every job is good if you do your best and work hard. A man who works hard stinks only to the ones that have nothing to do but smell.
Remember me with smiles and laughter, for that is how I'll remember you all. If you can only remember me with tears, then don't remember me at all.
But however fleeting and changeable life may appear to be on the surface, we know that the great underlying values of life are always the same; no different today than they were a thousand years ago.
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 to watch the glory of a sunrise or a sunset is soul-satisfying, while a bird's song will set the steps to music all day long.
Why should we need extra time in which to enjoy ourselves? If we expect to enjoy our life, we will have to learn to be joyful in all of it, not just at stated intervals when we can get time or when we have nothing else to do.
Did you ever think how a bit of land shows the character of the owner?
The stream of passing years is like a river with people being carried along in the current. Some are swept along, protesting, fighting all the way, trying to swim back up the stream, longing for the shores that they have passed, clutching at anything to retard their progress, frightened by the onward rush of the strong current and in danger of being overwhelmed by the waters. Others go with the current freely, trusting themselves to the buoyancy of the water.
Suffering passes, while love is eternal. That's a gift that you have received from God. Don't waste it.
Anger is a destroying force. What all the world needs is its opposite, an uplifting power.
There's no great loss without some small gain.
The days of wilderness adventure are not past! The pioneer spirit is not dead!
Let's be cheerful! We have no more right to steal the brightness out of the day for our own family than we have to steal the purse of a stranger.
I believe it would be much better for everyone if children were given their start in education at home. No one understands a child as well as his mother, and children are so different that they need individual training and study. A teacher with a roomful of pupils cannot do this. At home, too, they are in their mothers care. She can keep them from learning immoral things from other children.
And just as a little thread of gold, running through a fabric, brightens the whole garment, so women's work at home, while only the doing of little things, like the golden gleam of sunlight runs through and brightens all the fabric of civilization.
The object of all education is to make folks fit to live.
The only stupid thing about words is the spelling of them.
We are the heirs of the ages; but the estate is entailed, as large estates frequently are, so that while we inherit the earth, the great round world which is God's footstool, we have only the use of it while we live and must pass it on to those come after us. We hold the property in trust and have no right to injure it or to lessen its value. To do so is dishonest, stealing from our heirs their inheritance.
Many a good beginning makes a bad ending.
I believe we would be happier to have a personal revolution in our individual lives and go back to simpler living and more direct thinking.
You venture into the unknown land because that is where your heart will take you. In the end, it is not what you want to do, it is something you have to do.
It is not the things you have that make you happy. It is love and kindness and helping each other and just plain being good.
She thought to herself, "This is now." She was glad that the cozy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.
The fact is that while there has been a good deal of discussion for and against women in business, farm women have always been business women, and I have never heard a protest.
It does not so much matter what happens. It is what one does when it happens that really counts.
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.
It is a good idea sometimes to think of the importance and dignity of our every-day duties. It keeps them from being so tiresome; besides, others are apt take us at our own valuation.
Wild animals would not stay in a country where there were so many people. Pa did not like to stay, either. He liked a country where the wild animals lived without being afraid.
When a man undertakes a job, he has to stick to it till he finishes it. If
If only I had some grease I could fix some kind of a light," Ma considered. "We didn't lack for light when I was a girl before this newfangled kerosene was ever heard of." "That's so," said Pa. "These times are too progressive. Everything has changed too fast. Railroads and telegraph and kerosene and coal stoves--they're good things to have, but the trouble is, folks get to depend on 'em.
Ma sighed gently and said, "A whole year gone, Charles." But Pa answered, cheerfully: "What's a year amount to? We have all the time there is.
There is good in everything, if only we look for it.
Laura felt a warmth inside her. It was very small, but it was strong. It was steady, like a tiny light in the dark, and it burned very low but no winds could make it flicker because it would not give up.
These times are too progressive. Everything has changed too fast. Railroads and telegraphs and kerosene and coal stoves -- they're good to have but the trouble is, folks get to depend on 'em.
All I have told is true, but it is not the whole truth.
No one has ever achieved anything from the smallest to the greatest unless the dream was dreamed first.
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.
These happy golden years are passing by, these happy golden years.
The life of the earth comes up with a rush in the springtime. All the wild seeds of weed and thistle, the sprouts of vine and bush and tree, are trying to take the fields. Farmers must fight them with harrow and plow and hoe; they must plant the good seeds quickly.
Nothing anywhere could be better than being at home with the home folks, she was sure.
So Pa sold the little house. He sold the cow and calf. He made hickory bows and fastened them upright to the wagon box. Ma helped him stretch white canvas over them.
There was no time to lose, no time to waste in rest or play. The life of the earth comes up with a rush in the springtime.
When Pa was at home the gun always lay across those two wooden hooks above the door. ... The gun was always loaded, and always above the door so that Pa could get it quickly and easily, any time he needed a gun.
Things and persons appear to us according to the light we throw upon them from our own minds. How unconsciously we judge others by the light that is within ourselves, condemning or approving them by our own conception of right and wrong, honor and dishonor! We show by our judgment just what the light within us is.
People used to have time to live and enjoy themselves, but there is no time anymore for anything but work, work, work.
We had no choice. Sadness was a dangerous as panthers and bears. the wilderness needs your whole attention.
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 all.
Never bet your money on another man's game.
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.
The sweetness of life lies in usefulness, like honey deep in the heart of a clover bloom.
I understood....that in my own life I represented a whole period of American history.
Everything from the little house was in the wagon, except the beds and tables and chairs. They did not need to take these, because Pa could always make new ones.
Pa did not like a country so old and worn out that the hunting was poor. He wanted to go west. For two years he had wanted to go west and take a homestead, but Ma did not want to leave the settled country.
Persons appear to us according to the light we throw upon them from our own minds.
We must get rid of the habit of classing all women together politically and thinking of the 'woman's vote' as one and indivisible.
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.