But she still had that something which fires the imagination, could still stop one's breath for a moment by a look or… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
She had only to stand in the orchard, to put her hand on a little crab tree and look up at the… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. I feel as… — 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
Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they are in love with somebody. — 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
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
Yes, and because we grow old we become more and more the stuff our forbears put into us. I can feel his… — 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
Men are all right for friends, but as soon as you marry them they turn into cranky old fathers, even the wild… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Sometimes falling in love may look like pure madness to those not experiencing it but that's only because they're not involved. Just… — 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
