I suppose there were moonless nights and dark ones with but a silver shaving and pale stars in the sky, but I… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
[Dawn] is always such a forgiving time. When that first cold, bright streak comes over the water, it's as if all our… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The air was cool enough to make the warm sun pleasant on one's back and shoulders, and so clear that the eye… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full… — 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
There was only - spring itself, the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere; in the sky,… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The summer moon hung full in the sky. For the time being it was the great fact of the world. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
If we never arrived anywhere, it did not matter. Between that earth and that sky i felt erased, blotted out. I did… — 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
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