Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
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
There is something frank and joyous and young in the open face of the country. It gives itself ungrudgingly to the moods… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
If we never arrived anywhere, it did not matter. Between that earth and that sky i felt erased, blotted out. I did… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
[Dawn] is always such a forgiving time. When that first cold, bright streak comes over the water, it's as if all our… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
From two ears that had grown side by side, the grains of one shot up joyfully into the light, projecting themselves into… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full… — 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 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
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 Image
Success is less interesting than struggle. There is great pleasure in the effort. — 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 Antonia sadly,… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Have the last word ma'm," he said cheerfully. "It's a lady's privilege.” — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
"More than him has done that," said Antonia sadly, and the girls murmured assent. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Nothing mattered ... but writing books, and living the kind of life that made it possible to write them. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
![“[Dawn] is always such a forgiving time. When that first cold, bright streak comes over the water, it's as if all our sins were pardoned; as if the sky leaned over the earth and kissed it and gave it absolution.” quote by Willa Cather](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/41d/willa-cather-634_absolution_dawn-is-always-such-a-forgiving-time-whe_1147708.jpg)
