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.
Every war is more or less a woman's war.
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 r...
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 forefather...
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...
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 yo...
These happy golden years are passing by, these happy golden years.
Never bet your money on another man's game.
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...
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.
I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet simple things of life which are the real ones after all.
Home is the nicest word there is.
All the land our forefathers had was a little strip of country, here between the mountains and the ocean. All the way from here west was Indian country, and Spanish and French and English country. It...
Where's my little half-pint of sweet cider half drunk up?
There is no comfort anywhere for anyone who dreads to go home.
Mothers always fuss about the way you eat. You can hardly eat any way that pleases them.
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...
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.
There's no great loss without some small gain.
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 nev...