Willie: Do I tell you how to braid your hair? Don't tell me how to plow a field.
Clark Davis: The way a man grieves, that's a personal thing.
Clark Davis: Never despise meager beginnings.
Willie: When tragedy happens a real family pulls together, and mine ripped apart.
Marty Davis: My goodness, you make him sound like a fictional hero from one of your novels.
Missie Davis: Grant is educated and handsome, attentive. He's travelled all over for his job and seen places I've only read about.
Marty Davis: Just remember that God has written His own story for you and it's not the feelings of your heart that it should be based upon but rather the thoughts of your heart that you need to hear. That inner voice that tells you that this man will care for you no matter what, that he'll still want to kiss you when you're old and gray. Tend to you when you're sick. Honor you.
Missie Davis: And if the thoughts of my heart say "yes, he is the one"?
Marty Davis: Then you should trust your instincts and pledge your heart to him because a man like that is as rare as a diamond in the rough.
Missie Davis: Like Pa.
Marty Davis: Yes, like your Pa.
Willie: Actually I'm headed for the west.
Missie Davis: You got land to farm?
Willie: No, not yet. And when I do claim my land it will be for raising cattle not crops. I worked on a couple cattle ranches and thats what suits me.
[turns to Missie]
Willie: The thing is, I came by today, because I didn't want to make the same mistake. I wanted to see you, um, and to give these back to you.
[hands Missie the ribbons]
Missie Davis: My ribbons. You've kept them all these years?
Willie: Probably seems silly to you.
Missie Davis: No, not silly. It's sweet.
Willie: Well, anyway, Thats what I came for. To give you those and to say... goodbye.
Missie Davis: Bye.
Clara: All right, you two... you know what's expected.
local man: Time's a-wasting, boy!
Missie Davis: [in the barn with her brothers while Nate is fixing Clark's leg wound]
Missie Davis: My shepard will supply my need, Jehovah is His name. In pastures fresh He makes me feed, beside the living stream. He brings my wandering spirit...
[Aaron looks out towards the house crying]
Missie Davis: [clark's screams are heard]
Clark Davis: Lord, we thank you for the blessings that you have bestowed on this family, my family. and to Nate, our very own miracle who has reopened our eyes to your enduring promise.
Missie Davis: It's foolish to mess with bee's.
[Nate is holding a log that is smoking and holding it by a bee hive]
Willie: I've done this lots of times. Smoke puts em' to sleep. We'll surprise you're mama with some honey.
Willie: ouch, hey ouch!
[Bee's are stinging him]
Missie Davis: What's the matter? One of the bees not sleepy?
[willie looks at the hive and the bees and becoming angry]
Missie Davis: [willie starts to run from the hive]
Missie Davis: What about the honey for mama?
Willie: I'd stop talkin' and start runnin'.