The two friends stood for a few moments on the windy street corner, not speaking a word, as two travelers, who have… — 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
There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened… — 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
Dr. Howard Archie had just come up from a game of pool with the Jewish clothier and two traveling men who happened… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
I wondered if the life that was right for one was ever right for two! — 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
