Quotes from Johanna Spyri

The grandfather explained to her that it was the sun that did it. When he says good-night to the mountains he throws his most beautiful colors over them, so that they may not forget him before he comes again the next day.

After many years of joyless life, the blind grandmother had at last found something to make her happy; her days were no longer passed in weariness and darkness, one like the other without pleasure or change, for now she had always something to which she could look forward.

O how beautiful, look at the crimson snow! And up there on the rocks there are ever so many roses!

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My heart is sad, my eyes grow dim, Yet do I put my trust in Him, And in due time, all sorrow past, In safety home I'll come at last.

If God had let me come at once, as I prayed, then everything would have been different, I should only have had a little bread to bring to grandmother, and I should not have been able to read, which is such a comfort to her; but God has arranged it all so much better than I knew how to; everything has happened just as the other grandmother said it would

God is able to bring good out of evil for those whom you meant to injure, and you who did the evil were left to suffer the unhappy consequences of it.

It is good to be on the mountain; body and soul get well there, and life becomes happy again.

acuérdate que mañana estaré otra vez a tu lado, y que ya no has de balar con tanta tristeza.

But then all at once he wanted to have his own goods and money and to be his own master, and so he asked his father to give him his portion, and he left his home and went and wasted all his substance.

are so happy, and they nod to us because they want us to be happy too. But then we must never forget to pray, and to ask God to remember us when He is arranging things, so that we too may feel safe and have no anxiety about what is going to happen.

Allí arriba tiene su nido? ¡Qué bonito debe de ser vivir tan alto!

From the old and pleasantly situated village of Mayenfeld, a footpath winds through green and shady meadows to the foot of the mountains, which on this side look down from their stern and lofty heights upon the valley below. The land grows gradually wilder as the path ascends, and the climber has not gone far before he begins to inhale the fragrance of the short grass and sturdy mountain plants, for the way is steep and leads directly up to the summits above.

And if it once is so, it is so always; no one can go back, and he whom God has forgotten, is forgotten for ever.

Oh, how glad I am that God did not let me have at once all I prayed and wept for! And now I shall always pray to God as she told me, and always thank Him, and when He does not do anything I ask for I shall think to myself, It's just like it was in Frankfurt: God, I am sure, is going to do something better still. So we will pray every day, won't we, grandfather, and never forget Him again, or else He may forget us

When God has shown us some special mercy we should think at once of those who are denied so many things.

we are all equally poor and helpless in the eyes of God, and all have equal need that He should not forget us.

miraba como los rayos dorados del sol poniente iluminaban las flores multicolores. La hierba tenía un brillo rojizo y las rocas se encendían.

But mind, when he explains anything to you, you won't be able to understand; but don't ask any questions, or else he will go on explaining and you will understand less than ever. Later when you have learnt more and know about things yourself, then you will begin to understand what he meant.

Las flores prefieren estar en el prado al sol y no en tu delantal

The most beautiful thing of all, though, is to be able to shake hands again with an old friend, as in days gone by; it is a great comfort to find again, what we have treasured.

New Chapter about New Things

Herr Sesemann Hears of Things that are New to Him X Another Grandmother XI Heidi Gains in One Way and Loses in Another XII A Ghost in the House XIII A Summer Evening on the Mountain XIV Sunday Bells XV Preparations for a journey XVI A Visitor XVII A Compensation XVIII Winter in Dorfli

the place known at her grandfather's as the cellar, where the fresh made cheeses and the new milk were kept, was a pleasant and inviting place;