Ah! the terror and the delight of that moment when first we fear ourselves! Until then we have not lived. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
From the time the Englishman's bones harden into bones at all, he makes his skeleton a flagstaff, and he early plants his… — 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
Human relationships are the tragic necessity of human life; that they can never be wholly satisfactory, that every ego is half the… — 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
“Miracles... seem to me to rest not so much upon... healing power coming suddenly near us from afar but upon our perceptions… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“There were other times when she was so shattered by ideas that she could do nothing worth while; when they trampled over… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“He knew he would always remember her, standing there with that expectant, forward-looking smile, enough to turn the future into summer.” — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Setting ... is accident. Either a building is part of a place, or it is not. Once that kinship is there, time… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“I was thinking", he answered absently, "about Euripides; how, when he was an old man, he went and lived in a cave… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“The land belongs to the future, Carl; that's the way it seems to me. How many of the names on the county… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Nearly all the Escapists in the long past have managed their own budget and their social relations so unsuccessfully that I wouldn't… — 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
The miracles of the church seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly… — 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
“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
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
“Antonia had always been one to leave images in the mind that did not fade - that grew stronger with time. In… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“In those days, even in European countries, death had a solemn social importance. It was not regarded as a moment when certain… — 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
“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
“His ideas about the future would not crystallize; the more he tried to think about it, the vaguer his conception if it… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Merely having seen the season change in a country gave one the sense of having been there for a long time. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Now I understood that the same road was to bring us together again. Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious,… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.” — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“The spark in his eye, which is one's very self, caught the spark in hers that was herself, and for a moment… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“What was any art but an effort to make a sheath, a mold in which to imprison for a moment the shining,… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“The idea of you is a part of my mind; you influence my likes and dislikes, all my tastes, hundereds of times… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“What was any art but a mold to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself- life hurrying… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“what was any art but an effort to make a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining,… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Ugly accidents happen . . . always have and always will. But the failures are swept back into the pile and forgotten.… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
If you don't keep and guard and mature your force, and above all, have time and quiet to perfect your work, you… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself… — 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
“The stream and the broken pottery: what was any art but an effort to make a sheath, a mould in which to… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The idea of you is a part of my mind; you influence my likes and dislikes, all my tastes, hundreds of times… — 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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