“Her husband had archaic ideas about jewels; a man bought them for his wife in acknowledgement of things he could not gracefully… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“I prefer to be foolish when I feel like it, and be accountable to nobody.” — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The trouble is you almost have to marry a man before you can find out the sort of wife he needs; and… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Henry Colbert, the miller, always breakfasted with his wife--beyond that he appeared irregularly at the family table. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
A man long accustomed to admire his wife in general, seldom pauses to admire her in a particular gown or attitude, unless… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“I'd have liked to have you for a sweetheart, or a wife, or my mother or my sister--anything a woman can be… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“But she's the kind that won't be downed easily. She'll work all day and go to a Bohemian wedding and dance all… — 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
“Do you know, Àntonia, since I've been away, I think of you more often than of any one else in this part… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“since I’ve been away, I think of you more often than of anyone else in this part of the world. I’d have… — 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
