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
The trees and shrubbery seemed well-groomed and social, like pleasant people. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
In this world people have to pay an extortionate price for any exceptional gift whatever. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
When kindness has left people, even for a few moments, we become afraid of them as if their reason had left them.… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
When people ask me if it has been a hard or easy road, I always answer with the same quotation, the end… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing — desire. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
People live through such pain only once. Pain comes again—but it finds a tougher surface. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Many people seem to think that art is a luxury to be imported and tacked on to life. Art springs out of… — 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
You must not begin to fret about the successes of cheap people. After all, what have they to do with you? — 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
People always think the bread of another country is better than their own. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Old people, who have felt blows and toil and known the world's hard hand, need, even more than children do, a woman's… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Let people go on talking as they like, and we will go on living as we think best. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Alexandra sighed. "I have a feeling that if you go away, you will not come back. Something will happen to one of… — 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
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
Every individual taste, every natural appetite, was bridled by caution. The people asleep in those houses, I thought, tried to live like… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Art is a concrete and personal and rather childish thing after all - no matter what people do to graft it into… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The test of one's decency is how much of a fight one can put up after one has stopped caring, and after… — 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
No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person. Two people, when they love each other, grow alike in… — 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