Quotes from Eleanor H. Porter

there is something about everything that you can be glad about, if you keep hunting long enough to find it.

Oh, yes; the game was to just find something about everything to be glad about—no matter what 'twas

if God took the trouble to tell us eight hundred times to be glad and rejoice, He must want us to do it—SOME.

Oh, yes," nodded Pollyanna, emphatically. He [her father] said he felt better right away, that first day he thought to count 'em. He said if God took the trouble to tell us eight hundred times [in the Bible] to be glad and rejoice, He must want us to do it - SOME.

It's funny how dogs and cats know the inside of folks better than other folks do, isn't it?

And most generally there is something about everything that you can be glad about, if you keep hunting long enough to find it.

When you look for the bad, expecting it, you will get it. When you know you will find the good—you will get that....

But you only have to live one minute at a time, Ruth, and any one can endure anything for one minute at a time!

But, poor little kid, it's too bad you should find it out - so soon." "Find out what?" "That the lonesomest place in all the world is in a crowd in a big city.

she had been too busy wishing things were different to find much time to enjoy things as they were.

I was growlin' one day 'cause I was so bent up and crooked; an'what do ye s'pose the little thing said? ... She said I could be glad, anyhow, that I didn't have ter stoop so far ter do my weedin' - 'cause I was already bent part way over.

Then you--weren't lovers?" Pollyanna's voice was tragic with dismay. "Never!" "And it isn't all coming out like a book? . . . Oh dear! And it was all going so splendidly," almost sobbed Pollyanna. "I'd have been so glad to come--with Aunt Polly." "And you won't--now?" The man asked the question without turning his head. "Of course not! I'm Aunt Polly's!

Aunt Polly is all stirred up over it. You see, she wants Uncle Tom to have what he wants, only she wants him to want what she wants him to want. See?" Mrs. Carew laughed suddenly. (22)

troubles are poor things to hug. They've got too many prickers.

I long ago discovered that you can't TELL about Pollyanna. The minute you try to, she sounds priggish and preachy, and--impossible. Yet you and I know she is anything but that.

Why, it would be such fun,' he chuckled, 'to just forget all about the hours when the sun didn't shine, and remember only the nice, pleasant ones.

It's funny how dogs and cats know the insides of folks better than other folks do, isn't it?

I don't see how you can find anything about this poor-people business to be glad for. Of course we can be glad for ourselves that we aren't poor like them; but whenever I'm thinking how glad I am for that, I get so sorry for them that I CAN'T be glad any longer. Of course we COULD be glad there were poor folks, because we could help them. But if we DON'T help them, where's the glad part of that coming in?

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.

What men and women need is encouragement. ... 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.