“Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.” — 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
“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
“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 a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself… — 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
“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
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
“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
Ugly accidents happen . . . always have and always will. But the failures are swept back into the pile and forgotten.… — 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
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
“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
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
