Little House On The Prairie Quotes

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.

Don’t ask me about emotions in the Welsh dressing room. I’m someone who cries when he watches Little House on the Prairie.

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.

A long time ago, when all the grandfathers and grandmothers of today were little boys and little girls or very small babies, or perhaps not even born, Pa and Ma and Mary and Laura and Baby Carrie left their little house in the Big Woods of Wisconsin.

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.

The trouble with organizing a thing is that pretty soon folks get to paying more attention to the organization than to what they’re organized for.

The Amish like to live a very plain lifestyle, the way they think God intended. It sort of brings you back to, like, ‘Little House on the Prairie’ days or something.

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.

There is no comfort anywhere for anyone who dreads to go home.

Remember well, and bear in mind, a constant friend is hard to find.

But in the east the sky was pale and through the gray woods came lanterns with wagons and horses, bringing Grandpa and Grandma and aunts and uncles and cousins.

I think every parent knows that, like, boys and girls are different. And we just dont take that into account in schools on those things like required reading lists. Cause that was my experience, say, with my son, who had to read Little House on the Prairie when he was in third grade.

Far worst of all, the fever had settled in Mary’s eyes, and Mary was blind.

My grandmother was born in 1900, and she would regale me with tales I call ‘Little House on the Prairie’ tales, but they were tales of segregated and racist America growing up in Alabama and Mississippi, where she came from.