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
firsts delight moments
Ah! the terror and the delight of that moment when first we fear ourselves! Until then we have not lived.
love nature heart
The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.
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.
feet land fiction
Let your fiction grow out of the land beneath your feet.
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.
christmas song memories
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.
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.