Laura Ingalls Wilder Quotes

I can remember being eight, and I like writing about that age of innocence when children still have a sense of wonder.

Amazement awaits us at every corner.

The funny thing about children is that, whichever room we're in, that's where they'll be. If I'm in the bath, they'll want to be in there too, playing with the toothbrush pot or brushing my hair.

The happiest moments of my childhood were spent on my grandmother's front porch in Durham, N.C., or at her sister's farmhouse in Orange County, where chickens paraded outside the kitchen's screen door and hams were cured in the smokehouse.

It is not ignorance but knowledge which is the mother of wonder.

There is a child inside me that wants to come out and do something to surprise all the adults.

He who wonders discovers that this in itself is wonder.

The larger the island of knowledge, the longer the shoreline of wonder.

When I was in school, I used to look out the window and see the big red double-deck buses driving by. It just looked so free.

A child-like man is not a man whose development has been arrested; on the contrary, he is a man who has given himself a chance of continuing to develop long after most adults have muffled themselves in the cocoon of middle-aged habit and convention.

To some extent, I'm mildly surprised by every new piece, by the precise path that my interest takes.

Young children have no sense of wonder. They bewilder well, but few things surprise them. All of it is new to young children, after all, and equally gratuitous.

When I was a kid my parents used to tell me, "Emo, don't go near the cellar door!" One day when they were away, I went up to the cellar door. And I pushed it and walked through and saw strange, wonderful things, things I had never seen before, like... trees. Grass. Flowers. The sun... that was nice... the sun.

The world is not yet exhausted: let me see something tomorrow which I never saw before.

The good traveler has the gift of surprise.

Our instinct may be to see the impossibility of tracking everything down as frustrating, dispiriting, perhaps even appalling, but it can just as well be viewed as almost unbearably exciting. We live on a planet that has a more or less infinite capacity to surprise. What reasoning person could possibly want it any other way?

There once was a child, and he strolled about a good deal, and thought of a number of things. He had a sister, who was a child too, and his constant companion. These two used to wonder all day long. They wondered at the beauty of the flowers; they wondered at the height and blueness of the sky; they wondered at the depth of the bright water; they wondered at the goodness and the power of God who made the lovely world.

All wonder is the effect of novelty on ignorance.

It's fun to discover things. I wouldn't want everything laid out, simply and too obviously.

You take delight not in a city's seven or seventy wonders, but in the answer it gives to a question of yours.

The first thing we pulled out was a lump of white gunk. “Wax,” Carter pronounced. “Fascinating.

Curiosity might have killed the cat, but little girls usually fared much better.

When I read something, I want to be surprised. So I read something and go, "Wow, I never, ever would have thought of playing this kind of role. This is exciting me, let's go do this."

The everlasting lure of round-the-corner, how fascinating it is.