#laura

She closed her eyes; and in the sweet slumber lying her spirit tiptoed from its lodging place. It's folly to shrink in fear, if this is dying; for death looked lovely in her face. ↗

— Francesco Petrarca

#petrarch #plague #death

So, I'm lying on the couch and Laura walks in and I say, 'Free at last,' and she says 'You're free all right, you're free to do the dishes.' So I say, 'You're talking to the former president, baby,' and she said, 'consider this your new domestic policy agenda.' ↗

— George W. Bush

#baby #consider #couch #dishes #domestic

It would have been nice for Greg to eventually grow into a mature relationship with Laura. He was moving toward that already but then took a turn into the juvenile with Paige. ↗

— William Devane

#been #eventually #greg #grow #into

I thought back to Meg’s advice about Hemingway sentences—simple declarative statements that showed the truth and distilled the meaning. My first attempt at that had been cynical and messed up. I gave it a go again. Find one lost sheep. The angels rejoice. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#college #cynicism #dating #faith #glass-girl

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. ↗

— Laura Ingalls Wilder

#babies #baby #big #born #carrie

Her blue eyes were still beautiful, but they did not know what was before them, and Mary herself could never look through them again to tell Laura what she was thinking without saying a word. ↗

— Laura Ingalls Wilder

#beautiful #before #blue #blue eyes #could

Mary and Carrie and baby Grace and Ma had all had scarlet fever. The Nelsons across the creek had had it too, so there had been no one to help Pa and Laura. ↗

— Laura Ingalls Wilder

#baby #been #carrie #creek #fever

So they all went away from the little log house. The shutters were over the windows, so the little house could not see them go. It stayed there inside the log fence, behind the two big oak trees that in the summertime had made green roofs for Mary and Laura to play under. ↗

— Laura Ingalls Wilder

#behind #big #could #fence #go

They drove a long way through the snowy woods, till they came to the town of Pepin. Mary and Laura had seen it once before, but it looked different now. ↗

— Laura Ingalls Wilder

#came #different #drove #had #laura