Willa Cather
Willa Cather
Willa Sibert Catherwas an American author who achieved recognition for her novels of frontier life on the Great Plains, including O Pioneers!, The Song of the Lark, and My Ántonia. In 1923 she was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for One of Ours, a novel set during World War I...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth7 December 1873
CountryUnited States of America
inspiring friends hurt
It's all very well to tell us to forgive our enemies; our enemies can never hurt us very much. But oh, what about forgiving our friends?
inspiration eye artist
Of course Nebraska is a storehouse of literary material. Everywhere is a storehouse of literary material. If a true artist were born in a pigpen and raised in a sty, he would still find plenty of inspiration for his work. The only need is the eye to see.
people desire world
The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing — desire.
country lying winter
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
firsts delight moments
Ah! the terror and the delight of that moment when first we fear ourselves! Until then we have not lived.
inspirational life achievement
Desire is creation, is the magical element in that process. If there were an instrument by which to measure desire, one could foretell achievement.
self-esteem women persons
No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person.
happiness spiritual purpose
That is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.
sports voice world
All the intelligence and talent in the world can't make a singer. The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity. It is a sport, like the silver fox. It happens.
love sympathy valentines-day
Where there is great love, there are always wishes.
running sweet strong
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.
artist born harder
Every artist makes himself born. It is very much harder than the other time, and longer.
youth
It is cremated youth. It is all yours--no one gave it to you.
life ends
The end is nothing; the road is all.