Eleanor H. Porter Quotes & Sayings

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

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

Be glad. Be good. Be brave. — Eleanor H. Porter

Horas non numero nisi serenas,' 'I count - no - hours but - unclouded ones, — Eleanor H. Porter

The instrument that you play on, Pollyanna, will be the great heart of the world; and to me that seems the most wonderful instrument of all - to learn. Under your touch, if you are skilful, it will respond with smiles or tears, as you will. — Eleanor H. Porter

Pollyanna now, like Mrs. Snow, was knitting wonderful things out of bright colored worsteds that trailed their cheery lengths across the white spread, and made Pollyanna -- like Mrs. Snow -- so glad she had her hands and arms, anyway. — Eleanor H. Porter

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! — Eleanor H. Porter

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. — Eleanor H. Porter

Just breathing isn't living! — Eleanor H. Porter

Miss Polly actually stamped her foot in irritation. "There you go like the rest," she shouted. "What game?"
At last Nancy told her all about the story of how the crutches arrived instead of a doll, and how Pollyanna's father had taught her that there was always something to be glad about.
Miss Polly couldn't believe it. "how can someone ever be glad of crutches?" she demanded to know.
"Simple" said Nancy. "In Pollyanna's case, she could be glad she didn't need them! — Eleanor H. Porter

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. — Eleanor H. Porter

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) — Eleanor H. Porter