Claude Wheeler opened his eyes before the sun was up and vigorously shook his younger brother, who lay in the other half… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify - it was like the light of truth itself. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The air was cool enough to make the warm sun pleasant on one's back and shoulders, and so clear that the eye… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The sun was like a great visiting presence that stimulated and took its due from all animal energy. When it flung wide… — 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
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
“There were no clouds, the sun was going down in a limpid, gold-washed sky. Just as the lower edge of the red… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything to happen. I was something that lay under… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify - it was like the light of truth itself. When the… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The earth was warm under me, and warm as I crumbled it through my fingers...I kept as still as I could. Nothing… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
He domesticated and developed the native wild flowers. He had one hill-side solidly clad with that low-growing purple verbena which mats over… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
I wanted to walk straight on through the red grass and over the edge of the world, which could not be very… — 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
