There was a new kind of strength in the gravity of her face, and her colors still gave her that look of… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
In Haverford on the Platte the townspeople still talk of Lucy Gayheart. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The only thing very noticeable about Nebraska was that it was still, all day long, Nebraska. — 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
From two ears that had grown side by side, the grains of one shot up joyfully into the light, projecting themselves into… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Of course Nebraska is a storehouse of literary material. Everywhere is a storehouse of literary material. If a true artist were born… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
[Mark Twain] is still the rough, awkward, good-natured boy who swore at the deck hands when he was three years old. Thoroughly… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Thea was still under the belief that public opinion could be placated; that if you clucked often enough, the hens would mistake… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Yet the summer which was to change everything was coming nearer every day. When boys and girls are growing up, life can't… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything to happen. I was something that lay under… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The earth was warm under me, and warm as I crumbled it through my fingers...I kept as still as I could. Nothing… — 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
Success is less interesting than struggle. There is great pleasure in the effort. — Willa Cather Copy Share
“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
"More than him has done that," said Antonia sadly, and the girls murmured assent. — Willa Cather Copy Share
Nothing mattered ... but writing books, and living the kind of life that made it possible to write them. — Willa Cather Copy Share
“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
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
“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
“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
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
One realizes that human relationships are the tragic necessity of human life; that they can never be wholly satisfactory, that every ego is half… — Willa Cather Copy Share
Our tree became the talking tree of the fairy tale; legends and stories nestled like birds in its branches. — Willa Cather Copy Share
“Isn’t it queer: there are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never… — Willa Cather Copy Share
![“[Mark Twain] is still the rough, awkward, good-natured boy who swore at the deck hands when he was three years old. Thoroughly likeable as a good fellow, but impossible as a man of letters.” quote by Willa Cather](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/i/880/willa-cather-634_awkward_mark-twain-is-still-the-rough-awkward-go_2750754.png)
