“Theoretically he knew that life is possible, may even be pleasant, without joy, without passionate griefs. But it had never occurred to… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“When boys and girls are growing up, life can't stand still, not even in the quietest of country towns; and they have… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Nothing is far and nothing is near, if one desires. The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
If the street life, not the Whitechapel street life, but that of the common but so-called respectable part of town is in… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“THERE was a curious social situation in Black Hawk. All the young men felt the attraction of the fine, well-set-up country girls… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Inside of living people, too, captives languished. Yes, inside of people who walked and worked in the broad sun, there were captives… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The great fact in life, the always possible escape from dullness, was the lake. The sun rose out of it, the day… — 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
