Quotes from Eleanor H. Porter

the Rev. Paul Ford climbed the hill and entered the Pendleton Woods, hoping that the hushed beauty of God's out-of-doors would still teh tumult that His children of men had wrought.

I tell you, troubles are poor things to hug. They've got to many pickers.

You see, when you're hunting for the glad things, you sort of forget the other kind—like the doll you wanted, you know.

In his imagination he was far away in a little Western town with a missionary minister who was poor, sick, worried, and almost alone in the world - but who was poring over the Bible to find how many times his Lord and Master had told him to rejoice and be glad.

What men and women need is encouragement. Their natural resisting powers should be strengthened, not weakened.... Instead of always harping on a man's faults, tell him of his virtues. Try to pull him out of his rut of bad habits. Hold up to him his better self, his REAL self that can dare and do and win out!... The influence of a beautiful, helpful, hopeful character is contagious, and may revolutionize a whole town....

thank you. I love to fix people's hair, exulted

Father says that I'm one little instrument in the great Orchestra of Life, and that I must see to it that I'm always in tune, and don't drag or hit false notes

And EVERYBODY says he's mysterious, she went on. Some years he jest travels, week in and week out, and it's always in heathen countries—Egypt and Asia and the Desert of Sarah, you know.

é melhor, ou até mesmo tão bom, reunir um monte de gente para fazer o que todo mundo gostaria de fazer por si mesmo. Tenho certeza de que prefiro dar a Jamie um... Um bom livro agora, do que ter uma instituição que o faça, e sei que ele gostaria que eu também fizesse isso. [Pollyana à Sra. Carew]

Antes, quando eu estava contente com as coisas, eu era feliz. Mas agora, com o Jamie... Eu estou contente por ter tapetes, quadros, coisas boas para comer, que eu posso andar e correr, ir para a escola e tudo mais. Mas quanto mais eu estou feliz por mim mesma, mais triste eu sou por ele.

Impatience which would brook no opposition had been a part of John Pendleton's nature too long to yield very easily now to restraint

reckon the time to take frosting and good times is while they are going;

She did not realize it herself, but she had so long been accustomed to wanting what she did not have, that to state offhand what she DID want seemed impossible-until she knew what she had.

It is to be expected that when one's thoughts lead so persistently to one place, one's feet will follow.

And David leaped, and laughed, and loved it all, nor was any of it strange to him. The birds, the treed, the sun, the brook, the scurrying little creatures of the forest of his. But the man- the man did not leap or laughed, though he, too, loved it all. The man was afraid.

But he's here- right here, he challenged shrilly. Daddy, daddy, speak to me! It's David! Reaching out his hand, he gently touched his fathers face. He drew back then, at once, his eyes distended with terror. He isn't! He is- gone, he chattered frenziedly. This isn't the father-part that KNOWS. It's the other- that they leave. He's left it behind him- like the squirrel, and the water in the brook.

Em geral, conseguimos encontrar em qualquer coisa que nos deixe contente, se procurarmos o bastante.

Quanto mais difícil, mais divertido é encontrar um motivo pra ficar contente.

For a time neither the man nor the woman could speak. There was nothing in their humdrum, habit-smoothed tilling of the soil and washing of pots and pans to prepare them for a scene like this- a moonlight barn, a strange dead man, and that dead man;s son babbling of brooks and squirrels and playing jigs on a fiddle for a dirge. At last, however, Simeon found his voice.

Oh, but it wouldn't be a useless walk, sir. Father said nothing was useless that helped to keep us in tune, you know. In tune! I mean, you looked as father used to look sometimes, when he felt out of tune. And he always said there was nothing like a walk to put him back again. I—I was feeling a little out of tune myself to-day, and I thought, by the way you looked, that you were, too. So I asked you to go to walk.

Side by side stood The Lady of the Lake, Treasure Island, and David Copperfield; and coverless and dogeared lay Robinson Crusoe, The Arabian Nights, and Grimm's Fairy Tales. There were more, many more, and David devoured them all with eager eyes. The good in them he absorbed as he absorbed the sunshine; the evil he cast aside unconsciously—it rolled off, indeed, like the proverbial water from the duck's back.

The influence of a beautiful, helpful, hopeful character is contagious and may revolutionize a whole town.

What men and women need is encouragement. Their natural resisting powers should be strengthened, not weakened ... Instead of always harping on a man's faults, tell him of his virtues. Try to pull him out of his rut ... Hold up to him his better self, his real self that can dare and do and win out! ... People radiate what is in their minds and in their hearts.

Just breathing isn't living!