The heart, when it is too much alive, aches for that brown earth, and ecstasy has no fear of death. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
"More than him has done that," said Antonia sadly, and the girls murmured assent. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“She began to wonder whether she would not do better to finish her life alone. What was left of life seemed unimportant.” — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The history of every country begins in the heart of a man or a woman. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“She had no little vanities, only one big one, and she would never forgive.” — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
She had certain thoughts which were like companions, ideas which were like older and wiser friends. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“He had been a fool to imagine it, but he was glad he had been a fool. She had given him one… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“I only knew the schoolbooks said he "died in the wilderness, of a broken heart." "More than him has done that," said… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Since then she had changed so much in her thoughts, in her ways, even in her looks, that she might wonder she… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Enid was meant for him and she had come for him; he would never let her go. She should never know how… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Thea began to wonder whether people could not utterly lose the power to work, as they can lose their voice or their… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The "sayings" of a community, its proverbs, are its characteristic comment upon life; they imply its history, suggest its attitude toward the… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
In New Mexico, he always awoke a young man, not until he arose and began to shave did he realize that he… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Along with the yearning that came from some deep part of her, that was selfless and exalted, Thea had a hard kind… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
But she still had that something which fires the imagination, could still stop one's breath for a moment by a look or… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
If youth did not matter so much to itself, it would never have the heart to go on. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is one of the most depressing and disheartening. — Willa Cather Copy Share
Success is less interesting than struggle. There is great pleasure in the effort. — Willa Cather Copy Share
“I only knew the schoolbooks said he "died in the wilderness, of a broken heart." "More than him has done that," said Antonia sadly,… — Willa Cather Copy Share
"More than him has done that," said Antonia sadly, and the girls murmured assent. — Willa Cather Copy Share
Nothing mattered ... but writing books, and living the kind of life that made it possible to write them. — Willa Cather Copy Share
“Money and office and success are the consolations of impotence. Fortune turns kind to such solid people and lets them suck their bone in… — Willa Cather Copy Share
But she still had that something which fires the imagination, could still stop one's breath for a moment by a look or gesture that… — Willa Cather Copy Share
“You remember how homesick I used to get, and what long talks we used to have coming from school? We've someway always felt alike… — Willa Cather Copy Share
“He placed this book in my grandmother's hands, looked at her entreatingly, and said, with an earnestness which I shall never forget, "Te-e-ach, te-e-ach… — Willa Cather Copy Share
The sincerity of feeling that is possible between a writer and a reader is one of the finest things I know. — Willa Cather Copy Share
One realizes that human relationships are the tragic necessity of human life; that they can never be wholly satisfactory, that every ego is half… — Willa Cather Copy Share
Our tree became the talking tree of the fairy tale; legends and stories nestled like birds in its branches. — Willa Cather Copy Share
“Isn’t it queer: there are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never… — Willa Cather Copy Share
