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
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.
fate punishment wicked
Even the wicked get worse than they deserve.
long nebraska states
The only thing very noticeable about Nebraska was that it was still, all day long, Nebraska.
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 death spiritual
I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.
life beautiful truth
The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.
memories reality years
The idea of you is a part of my mind; you influence my likes and dislikes, all my tastes, hundreds of times when I don't realize it. You really are a part of me. In the course of twenty crowded years one parts with many illusions. I did not wish to lose the early ones. Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen again.
shadow together individual
Life was so short that it meant nothing at all unless it were continually reinforced by something that endured; unless the shadows of individual existence came and went against a background that held together.
men faster ifs
Men travel faster now, but I do not know if they go to better things.