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
sky earth world
Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky.
people world ugly
Ugly accidents happen . . . always have and always will. But the failures are swept back into the pile and forgotten. They don`t leave any lasting scar in the world, and they don`t affect the future. The things that last are the good things. The people who forge ahead and do something, they really count.
happiness lucky world
One cannot divine nor forecast the conditions that will make happiness; one only stumbles upon them by chance, in a lucky hour, at the world's end somewhere, and hold fast to the days...
creativity artist world
Every artist makes herself born. You must bring the artist into the world yourself.
girl world would-be
If there were no girls like them in the world, there would be no poetry
luck world bad-luck
Love itself draws on a woman nearly all the bad luck in the world
writing office world
Your vivid, exciting companionship in the office must not be your audience, you must find your own quiet center of life, and write from that to the world.
people world easier
People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find.
people world pay
In this world people have to pay an extortionate price for any exceptional gift whatever.
dream world matter
It does not matter much whom we live with in this world, but it matters a great deal whom we dream of.
falling-in-love people world
In great misfortunes, people want to be alone. They have a right to be. And the misfortunes that occur within one are the greatest. Surely the saddest thing in the world is falling out of love--if once one has ever fallen in.
people desire world
The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing — desire.
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.
country fiercely five happened human notes repeating singing themselves thousands three
Isn't it queer: there are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before; like the larks in this country that have been singing the same five notes over for thousands of years