Quote by Willa Cather

““And that's what makes men happy, believing in the mystery and importance of their own individual lives.””

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.1 out of 5 (10 ratings)

More by Willa Cather

The end is nothing; the road is all.

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

Image

Success is less interesting than struggle. There is great pleasure in the effort.

Willa Cather

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

Image

“Have the last word ma'm," he said cheerfully. "It's a lady's privilege.”

Willa Cather

Image

"More than him has done that," said Antonia sadly, and the girls murmured assent.

Willa Cather

Image

Nothing mattered ... but writing books, and living the kind of life that made it possible to write them.

Willa Cather

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 peace. She flecks her whip upon flesh that is more alive, upon that stream of hungry boys and girls who tramp the streets of every city, recognizable by their pride and discontent, who are the Future,…

Willa Cather

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 somehow revealed the meaning in common things. She had only to stand in the orchard, to put her hand on a little crab tree and look up at the apples, to make you feel the goodness…

Willa Cather

“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 about things." "Yes, that's it; we've liked the same things and we've liked them together, without anybody else knowing. And we've had good times, hunting for Christmas trees and going for ducks and making our plum…

Willa Cather

“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