“My big rattler was old, and had led too easy a life; there was not much fight in him. He had probably… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“...You know that my spells come from God, and that I would not harm any living creature. You believe that everyone should… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“When boys and girls are growing up, life can't stand still, not even in the quietest of country towns; and they have… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Montaigne says somewhere that in early youth the joy of life lies in the feet.” — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Nothing is far and nothing is near, if one desires. The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“What was any art but a mold to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself- life hurrying… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Nothing is far and nothing is near, if one desires. The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The great fact in life, the always possible escape from dullness, was the lake. The sun rose out of it, the day… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“This was a fine life, certainly, but it wasn't the kind of life he had wanted to live. I wondered whether the… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“The stream and the broken pottery: what was any art but an effort to make a sheath, a mould in which to… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Look at my papa here; he's been dead all these years, and yet he is more real to me than almost anybody… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Yes, there would be a dirty way out of life, if one chose to take it. But she did not want to… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“what was any art but an effort to make a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining,… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Some people's lives are affected by what happens to their person or property, but for others fate is what happens to their… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
I wondered if the life that was right for one was ever right for two! — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Life was so short that it meant nothing at all unless it were continually reinforced by something that endured; unless the shadows… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Every morning the sun came up a red ball, quickly drank the dew, and started a quivering excitement in all living things.” — 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
