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
fate punishment wicked
Even the wicked get worse than they deserve.
growing-up children people
There is often a good deal of the child left in people who have had to grow up too soon.
friendship men joy
Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.
ego half pulling-away
Human relationships are the tragic necessity of human life; that they can never be wholly satisfactory, that every ego is half the time greedily seeking them, and half the time pulling away from them.
love remember admire
Life began for me, when I ceased to admire and began to remember.
hate hatred creative
I tell you there is such a thing as creative hate.
life beautiful truth
The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.
men faster ifs
Men travel faster now, but I do not know if they go to better things.
country land made
There was nothing but land; not a country at all, but the material out of which countries are made.
communication teaching trying
The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.
nature tree way
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
thinking giving people
Give the people a new word and they think they have a new fact.
life wise niece
There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before.
eye healing voice
The miracles of the church seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from afar off, but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there about us always.