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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.
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There's no great loss without some small gain.
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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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 co..
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everyday-life
grateful
sunshine
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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There is no comfort anywhere for anyone who dreads to go home.
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home
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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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.
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life
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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When the fiddle had stopped singing Laura called out softly, "What are days of auld lang syne, Pa?" "They are the days of a long time ago, Laura," Pa said. "Go to sleep, now."
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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We'd never get anything fixed to suit us if we waited for things to suit us before we started.
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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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." --
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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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.
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progress
progressivism
simplicity
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Vices are simply overworked virtues, anyway. Economy and frugality are to be commended but follow them on in an increasing ratio and what do we find at the other end? A miser! If we overdo the using of spare moments we may find an invalid at the end, while perhaps if we allowed ourselves more idle time we would conserve our nervous strength and health to more than the value the work we could accomplish by emulating at all times the little b..
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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This earthly life is a battle,' said Ma. 'If it isn't one thing to contend with, it's another. It always has been so, and it always will be. The sooner you make up your mind to that, the better off you are, and more thankful for your pleasures.
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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Some old-fashioned things like fresh air and sunshine are hard to beat. In our mad rush for progress and modern improvements let's be sure we take along with us all the old-fashioned things worth while.
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progress
tradition
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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There is nothing wrong with God's plan that man should earn his bread by the sweat of his brow.
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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She heard pa shouting,"Jiminy crickets!It's raining fish-hooks and hammer handles!"
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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Never bet your money on another man's game.
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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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."
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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The incurable optimism of the farmer who throws his seed on the ground every spring, betting it and his time against the elements, seemed inextricably to blend with the creed of her pioneer forefathers that "it is better farther on"-- only instead of farther on in space, it was farther on in time, over the horizon of the years ahead instead of the far horizon of the west."
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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We start learning the minute we're born, Laura. And if we're wise, we don't stop until the Lord calls us home.
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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These happy golden years are passing by, these happy golden years.
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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No rich man can walk through the eye of a needle.
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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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.
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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It can't beat us!" Pa said. "Can't it, Pa?" Laura asked stupidly. "No," said Pa. "It's got to quit sometime and we don't. It can't lick us. We won't give up." Then 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."
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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When the fiddle had stopped singing Laura called out softly, "What are days of auld lang syne, Pa?" "They are the days of a long time ago, Laura," Pa said. "Go to sleep, now." But Laura lay awake a little while, listening to Pa's fiddle softly playing and to the lonely sound of the wind in the Big Woods. She looked at Pa sitting on the bench by the hearth, the firelight gleaming on his brown hair and beard and glistening on the honey-brown ..
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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Ma!" she cried. "There is a Santa Claus, isn't there?" "Of course there's a Santa Claus," said Ma. "The older you are, the more you know about Santa Claus," she said. "You are so big now, you know he can't be just one man, don't you? You know he is everywhere on Christmas Eve. He is in the Big Woods, and in Indian Territory, and far away in York State, and here. He comes down all the chimneys at the same time. You know that, don't you?" "Y..
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santa-claus
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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Every war is more or less a woman's war.
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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It was so wonderful to be there, safe at home, sheltered from the winds and the cold. Laura thought that this must be a little like heaven, where the weary are at rest.
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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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.
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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Our inability to see things that are right before our eyes, until they are pointed out to us, would be amusing if it were not at times so serious. We are coming, I think, to depend too much on being told and shown and taught, instead of using our own eyes and brains and inventive faculties, which are likely to be just as good as any other person's.
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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That machine's a great invention!" he said. "Other folks can stick to old-fashioned ways if they want to, but I'm all for progress. It's a great age we're living in. As long as I raise wheat, I'm going to have a machine come and thresh it, if there's one anywhere in the neighborhood."
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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Snow as fine and grainy as sugar covered the windows in and sifted off to the floor and did not melt.
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nature
snow
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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The stars and stripes were fluttering bright against the rain, clear blue overhead, and their minds were saying the words before their ears heard them.
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flag
nation
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Roma tidaklah dibangun dalam waktu sehari. Begitu juga sebuah jalan kereta api. Atau hal-hal lain yang menyenangkan dalam hidup ini. - Charles Ingalls
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books
romantis
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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Mr. Edwards admired the well-built, pleasant house and heartily enjoyed the good dinner. But he said he was going on West with the train when it pulled out. Pa could not persuade him to stay longer. "I'm aiming to go far West in the spring," he said. "This here, country, it's too settled up for me. The politicians are a-swarming in already, and ma'am if'n there's any worse pest than grasshoppers it surely is politicians. Why, they'll tax th..
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humor
pioneer-days
taxes
politicians
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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Mothers always fuss about the way you eat. You can hardly eat any way that pleases them.
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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It was muskets that won the Revolution. And don't forget it was axes, and plows that made this country.- Father Wilder
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revolution
pride
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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They were cosy and comfortable in their little house made of logs, with the snow drifted around it and the wind crying because it could not get in by the fire.
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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God hates a coward." I don't actually believe this is true. But it's something to aim for."
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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So to the end when life's dim shadows fall, Love will be found the sweetest song of all.
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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Where's my little half-pint of sweet cider half drunk up?
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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Then the sun peeped over the edge of the prairie and the whole world glittered. Every tiniest thing glittered rosy toward the sun and pale blue toward the sky, and all along every blade of grass ran rainbow sparkles.
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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I declare to goodness, I don't know but sometimes I believe in women's rights. If women were voting and making laws, I believe they'd have better sense. (Mrs. McKee to Laura, regarding homesteading laws)
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women-s-rights
voting
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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So they all went away from the little log house. The shutters were over the windows, so the little house could not see them go. It stayed there inside the log fence, behind the two big oak trees that in the summertime had made green roofs for Mary and Laura to play under. And that was the last of the little house.
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little-house-on-the-prairie
memoir
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |
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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.
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little-house-on-the-prairie
memoir
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Laura Ingalls Wilder |