Quote by Willa Cather Download Open image ““She took off her jacket and sat more at ease in her blouse, of some soft, flimsy silk.”” — Willa Cather ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.8 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Lena slipped her silk sleeves into the jacket I held for her, smoothed it over her person, and buttoned it slowly.” — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“And yet, I seemed to feel my eyes bound, too, with bands of silk. And at my throat there was a velvet collar.” — Sarah Waters Copy Share Image
“He sat down behind her, then wrapped his arms around hers, pulling her back firmly against his chest. His warmth instantly seeped through her… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“. . . she took her time, slowly smoothing the lace overly of her dress.” — Danielle L. Jensen Copy Share Image
“She liked it so much when I did that, decided what she should wear. I thought about how hard she had been trying to… — Isabella Starling Copy Share Image
“She dragged the soft cloth up and up, the fabric tickling along his sensitized skin. He trembled. Never had he been so responsive to… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“He simply smiled at her with a soft, gentle expression in his eyes that warmed her all over, then he took her jacket from… — Paula Altenburg Copy Share Image
“She unconsciously pulled her sticky shirt away from her skin and grimaced, as if sweating through her clothes was distasteful.” — J.R. Rain Copy Share Image
“The warmth of his touch penetrated through her clothing like a brand, imparting heat and comfort she wished he could wrap all around her… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
“I believe he was feeling a bit nervous. Possibly it was my costume that took him aback. I was dressed quite well, even elegantly,… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“She was wearing a beautiful dress with straps designed to be eaten off her shoulders.” — Elise Valmorbida Copy Share Image
“Calmly, slowly, she reached behind with her left hand and came up against — yes, fabric. Fine linen, to be precise. So far, so… — Y.S. Lee 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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
