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
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.
suffering divine knows
Only a Woman, divine, could know all that a woman can suffer.
love sweet children
In New Mexico, he always awoke a young man, not until he arose and began to shave did he realize that he was growing older. His first consciousness was a sense of the light dry wind blowing in through the windows, with the fragrance of hot sun and sage-brush and sweet clover; a wind that made one's body feel light and one's heart cry 'To-day, to-day,' like a child's.
lying moon blue
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.