The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing — desire. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
In little towns, lives roll along so close to one another; loves and hates beat about, their wings almost touching. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
One January day, thirty years ago, the little town of Hanover, anchored on a windy Nebraska tableland, was trying not to be… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
We come and go, but the land is always here. And the people who love it and understand it are the people… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The great fact was the land itself, which seemed to overwhelm the little beginnings of human society that struggled in its sombre… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The more observing ones may have seen, but discerning people are usually discreet and often kind, for we usually bleed a little… — 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
It is scarcely exaggeration to say that if one is not a little mad about Balzac at twenty, one will never live;… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
They ravaged neither the rivers nor the forest, and if they irrigated, they took as little water as would serve their needs.… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
I was thinking, as I watched her, how little it mattered –about her teeth for instance. I know so many women who… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
I wanted to walk straight on through the red grass and over the edge of the world, which could not be very… — 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… — 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
