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
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Whatever is felt upon the page without being specifically named there -- that, we may say, is created.
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Whatever is felt upon the page without being specifically named there--that, we may say, is created.
faces people
We all like people who do things, even if we only see their faces on a cigar-box lid.
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No one person knows much more about writing than another. I expect that when people think they know anything about it, then their case is hopeless.
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No one can build her security on the nobleness of another person
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I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge.
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Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they're in love with somebody.
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She heard him give his name, and came forward holding out her hand. "Is it you, indeed, Professor Wilson?
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He had the uneasy manner of a man who is not among his own kind, and who has not seen enough of the world to feel that all people are in some sense his own kind
natural deals
It takes a great deal of experience to become natural.
great love
Where there is great love there are always miracles.
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Trees were so rare in that country, and they had to make such a hard fight to grow, that we used to feel anxious about them, and visit them as if they were persons. It must have been the scarcity of detail in that tawny landscape that made detail so precious.
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Where are the loves that we have loved beforeWhen once we are alone, and shut the door?
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The sun was like a great visiting presence that stimulated and took its due from all animal energy. When it flung wide its cloak and stepped down over the edge of the fields at evening, it left behind it a spent and exhausted world.