“You remember how homesick I used to get, and what long talks we used to have coming from school? We've someway always… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
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
The two friends stood for a few moments on the windy street corner, not speaking a word, as two travelers, who have… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
It's all very well to tell us to forgive our enemies; our enemies can never hurt us very much. But oh, what… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“The man he was now, the personality his friends knew, had begun to grow strong during adolescence, during the years when he… — 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
“Oh, he’s an old friend from the West,” said Eden easily. “I won’t introduce you, because he doesn’t like people. He’s a… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“But whenever my consciousness was quickened, all those early friends were quickened within it, and in some strange way they accompanied me… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“The rock, when one came to think of it, was the utmost expression of human need; even mere feeling yearned for it;… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Sometimes you will need to be understood; what you never show to anyone will need companionship. And then you must come to… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“O Sacred Heart of Mary!" she murmured by his side, and he felt how that name was food and raiment, friend and… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“He had missed the deepest of all companionships, a relation with the earth itself, with a countryside and a people. That relationship… — 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
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
