“I only knew the schoolbooks said he "died in the wilderness, of a broken heart." "More than him has done that," said… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
One realizes that human relationships are the tragic necessity of human life; that they can never be wholly satisfactory, that every ego… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
I've seen it before. There are women who spread ruin through no fault of theirs, just by being too beautiful, too ful… — 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
Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness - why must they go out of the summer world into darkness? — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
In great misfortunes, people want to be alone. They have a right to be. And the misfortunes that occur within one are… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
[Some] people really expect the passion of love to fill and gratify every need of life, whereas nature only intended that it… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Where there is great love there are always miracles,' he said at length. 'One might almost say that an apparition is human… — 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
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
Whatever is felt upon the page without being specifically named there--that, we may say, is created. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Pity is sworn servant unto love: And this be sure, wherever it begin To make the way, it lets your master in. — 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
“She clapped her hands and murmured, "Blue sky, blue eyes," as if it amused her. While we snuggled down there out of… — 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
“One might almost say that an apparition is human vision corrected by divine love. I do not see you as you really… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
How terrible it was to love people when you could not really share their lives! — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Doctrine is well enough for the wise, Jean; but the miracle is something we can hold in our hands and love.” — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Ah, he thought, for one who cannot read--or think--the Image, the physical form of Love!” — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“I do not see you as you really are, Joseph; I see you through my affection for you.” — 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