Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Personal hatred and family affection are not incompatible; they often flourish and grow strong together. — 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
“One realizes that even in harmonious families there is this double life: the group life, which is the one we can observe… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Henry Colbert, the miller, always breakfasted with his wife--beyond that he appeared irregularly at the family table. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
One may have staunch friends in one's own family, but one seldom has admirers. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“As in most families, the mere struggle to have anything of one's own, to be one's self at all, creates an element… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“My dear," he sighed when the lights were turned on and they both looked older, "it's been a mistake, our having a… — 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 peace. She flecks her whip upon flesh that is more alive, upon that stream of hungry boys and girls who tramp the streets of every city, recognizable by their pride and discontent, who are the Future,… — 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 somehow revealed the meaning in common things. She had only to stand in the orchard, to put her hand on a little crab tree and look up at the apples, to make you feel the goodness… — 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 about things." "Yes, that's it; we've liked the same things and we've liked them together, without anybody else knowing. And we've had good times, hunting for Christmas trees and going for ducks and making our plum… — 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 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
