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By Anonym 14 Sep

Willa Cather

Sometimes I wonder why God ever trusts talent in the hands of women, they usually make such an infernal mess of it. I think He must do it as a sort of ghastly joke.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Willa Cather

An artist's saddest secrets are those that have to do with his artistry.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Willa Cather

In a few hours one could cover that incalculable distance; from the winter country and homely neighbours, to the city where the air trembled like a tuning-fork with unimaginable possibilities.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Willa Cather

Hunger is a powerful incentive to introspection.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Willa Cather

The new country lay open before me: there were no fences in those days, and I could choose my own way over the grass uplands, trusting the pony to get me home again. Sometimes I followed the sunflower-bordered roads. Fuchs told me that the sunflowers were introduced into that country by the Mormons; that at the time of the persecution when they left Missouri and struck out into the wilderness to find a place where they could worship God in their own way, the members of the first exploring party, crossing the plains to Utah, scattered sunflower seeds as they went. The next summer, when the long trains of wagons came through with all the women and children, they had a sunflower trail to follow. I believe that botanists do not confirm Jake's story but, insist that the sunflower was native to those plains. Nevertheless, that legend has stuck in my mind, and sunflower-bordered roads always seem to me the roads to freedom.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Willa Cather

Look at my papa here; he's been dead all these years, and yet he is more real to me than almost anybody else. He never goes out of my life. I talk to him and consult him all the time. The older I grow, the better I know him and the more I understand him.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Willa Cather

The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Willa Cather

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

By Anonym 15 Sep

Willa Cather

The world is always full of brilliant youth which fades into grey and embittered middle age: the first flowering takes everything. The great men are those who have developed slowly, or who have been able to survive the glamour of their early florescence and to go on learning from life.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Willa Cather

Happy people do a great deal for their friends.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Willa Cather

Oh, he’s an old friend from the West,” said Eden easily. “I won’t introduce you, because he doesn’t like people. He’s a recluse. Good-bye.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Willa Cather

Clearly, they were proud of each other, and of being so many.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Willa Cather

Life began for me, when I ceased to admire and began to remember.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Willa Cather

Pittsburgh was even more vital, more creative, more hungry for culture than New York. Pittsburgh was the birthplace of my writing.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Willa Cather

Art, it seems to me, should simplify finding what conventions of form and what detail one can do without and yet preserve the spirit of the whole - so that all that one has suppressed and cut away is there to the reader's consciousness as much as if it were in type on the page.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Willa Cather

Beautiful surroundings, the society of learned men, the charm of noble women, the graces of art, could not make up for the loss of those light-hearted mornings of the desert, for that wind that made one a boy again. He had noticed that this peculiar quality in the air of new countries vanished after they were tamed by man and made to bear harvests. Parts of Texas and Kansas that he had first known as open range had since been made into rich farming districts, and the air had quite lost that lightness, that dry, aromatic odour. The moisture of plowed land, the heaviness of labour and growth and grain-bearing, utterly destroyed it; one could breathe that only on the bright edges of the world, on the great grass plains or the sage-brush desert.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Willa Cather

This is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Willa Cather

Isn’t it queer: there are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before; like the larks in this country, that have been singing the same five notes over for thousands of years.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Willa Cather

The sincerity of feeling that is possible between a writer and a reader is one of the finest things I know.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Willa Cather

The more observing ones may have seen, but discerning people are usually discreet and often kind, for we usually bleed a little before we begin to discern.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Willa Cather

When kindness has left people, even for a few moments, we become afraid of them as if their reason had left them. When it has left a place where we have always found it, it is like shipwreck; we drop from security into something malevolent and bottomless.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Willa Cather

The summer moon hung full in the sky. For the time being it was the great fact of the world.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Willa Cather

As in most families, the mere struggle to have anything of one's own, to be one's self at all, creates an element of strain that keeps everybody almost at the breaking point.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Willa Cather

The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating forward with an invisible current.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Willa Cather

What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Willa Cather

The irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Willa Cather

The great pines stand at a considerable distance from each other. Each tree grows alone, murmurs alone, thinks alone. They do notintrude upon each other. The Navajos are not much in the habit of giving or of asking help. Their language is not a communicative one, and they never attempt an interchange of personality in speech. Over their forests there is the same inexorable reserve. Each tree has its exalted power to bear.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Willa Cather

New things are always ugly.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Willa Cather

Desire is creation, is the magical element in that process. If there were an instrument by which to measure desire, one could foretell achievement.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Willa Cather

When we look back, the only things we cherish are those which in some way met our original want; the desire which formed in us in early youth, undirected, and of its own accord.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Willa Cather

If you don't keep and guard and mature your force, and above all, have time and quiet to perfect your work, you will be writing things not much better than you did five years ago.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Willa Cather

Nearly all the Escapists in the long past have managed their own budget and their social relations so unsuccessfully that I wouldn't want them for my landlords, or my bankers, or my neighbors. They were valuable, like powerful stimulants, only when they were left out of the social and industrial routine.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Willa Cather

She asked me whether I had learned to like big cities. 'I'd always be miserable in a city. I'd die of lonesomeness. I like to be where I know every stack and tree, and where all the ground is friendly. I want to live and die here.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Willa Cather

Wherever humanity has made that hardest of all starts and lifted itself out of mere brutality is a sacred spot.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Willa Cather

Love itself draws on a woman nearly all the bad luck in the world

By Anonym 13 Sep

Willa Cather

He had been to see Mrs. Erlich just before starting home for the holidays, and found her making German Christmas cakes. She took him into the kitchen and explained the almost holy traditions that governed this complicated cookery. Her excitement and seriousness as she beat and stirred were very pretty, Claude thought. She told off on her fingers the many ingredients, but he believed there were things she did not name: the fragrance of old friendships, the glow of early memories, belief in wonder-working rhymes and songs.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Willa Cather

Thirty or forty years ago, in one those grey towns along the Burlington railroad which are so much greyer to-day than they were then, there was a house well know from Omaha to Denver for its hospitality and for a certain charm of atmosphere.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Willa Cather

That is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Willa Cather

Art and religion (they are the same thing, in the end, of course) have given man the only happiness he has ever had.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Willa Cather

If the street life, not the Whitechapel street life, but that of the common but so-called respectable part of town is in any city more gloomy, more ugly, more grimy, more cruel than in London, I certainly don't care to see it. Sometimes it occurs to one that possibly all the failures of this generation, the world over, have been suddenly swept into London, for the streets are a restless, breathing, malodorous pageant of the seedy of all nations.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Willa Cather

I first met Myra Henshawe when I was fifteen, but I had known her about ever since I could remember anything at all.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Willa Cather

It does not matter much whom we live with in this world, but it matters a great deal whom we dream of.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Willa Cather

Claude Wheeler opened his eyes before the sun was up and vigorously shook his younger brother, who lay in the other half of the same bed.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Willa Cather

I have not much faith in women in fiction.... Women are so horribly subjective and they have such scorn for the healthy commonplace. When a woman writes a story of adventure, a stout sea tale, a manly battle yarn, anything without wine, women, and love, then I will begin to hope for something great from them, not before.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Willa Cather

Your vivid, exciting companionship in the office must not be your audience, you must find your own quiet center of life, and write from that to the world.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Willa Cather

life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Willa Cather

[Some] people really expect the passion of love to fill and gratify every need of life, whereas nature only intended that it should meet one of many demands. They insist on making it stand for all the emotional pleasures of life and art; expecting an individual and self-limited passion to yield infinite variety, pleasure, and distraction, and to contribute to their lives what the arts and the pleasurable exercise of the intellect gives to less limited and less intense idealists.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Willa Cather

Don't you feel that at this rate there isn't much in it? In what? In living at all, going on as we do. What do we get out of it? Take a day like this: you waken up in the morning and you're glad to be alive; it's a good enough day for anything, and you feel sure something will happen. Well, whether it's a workday or a holiday, it's all the same in the end. At night you go to bed - nothing has happened.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Willa Cather

If [the writer] achieves anything noble, anything enduring, it must be by giving himself absolutely to his material. And this gift of sympathy is his great gift; is the fine thing in him that alone can make his work fine.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Willa Cather

Many people seem to think that art is a luxury to be imported and tacked on to life. Art springs out of the very stuff that life is made of. Most of our young authors start to write a story and make a few observations from nature to add local color. The results are invariably false and hollow. Art must spring out of the fullness and richness of life.