The summer moon hung full in the sky. For the time being it was the great fact of the world. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing — desire. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Old people, who have felt blows and toil and known the world's hard hand, need, even more than children do, a woman's… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Every artist makes herself born. You must bring the artist into the world yourself. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
It does not matter much whom we live with in this world, but it matters a great deal whom we dream of. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
From the time the Englishman's bones harden into bones at all, he makes his skeleton a flagstaff, and he early plants his… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
All the intelligence and talent in the world can't make a singer. The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred… — 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
Your vivid, exciting companionship in the office must not be your audience, you must find your own quiet center of life, and… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
In great misfortunes, people want to be alone. They have a right to be. And the misfortunes that occur within one are… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
One cannot divine nor forecast the conditions that will make happiness; one only stumbles upon them by chance, in a lucky hour,… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Ugly accidents happen . . . always have and always will. But the failures are swept back into the pile and forgotten.… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The world is always full of brilliant youth which fades into grey and embittered middle age: the first flowering takes everything. The… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Alexandra sighed. "I have a feeling that if you go away, you will not come back. Something will happen to one of… — 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
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
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
Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness - why must they go out of the summer world into darkness? — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
In this world people have to pay an extortionate price for any exceptional gift whatever. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
If there were no girls like them in the world, there would be no poetry — 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
