I wondered if the life that was right for one was ever right for two! Willa Cather More Quotes by Willa Cather More Quotes From Willa Cather People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find. Willa Cather easierpeopleworld The great pines stand at a considerable distance from each other. Each tree grows alone, murmurs alone, thinks alone. They do notintrude upon each other. The Navajos are not much in the habit of giving or of asking help. Their language is not a communicative one, and they never attempt an interchange of personality in speech. Over their forests there is the same inexorable reserve. Each tree has its exalted power to bear. Willa Cather distancegivingthinking The great fact in life, the always possible escape from dullness, was the lake. The sun rose out of it, the day began there; it was like an open door that nobody could shut. The land and all its dreariness could never close in on you. You had only to look at the lake, and you knew you would soon be free. Willa Cather landlakesdoors The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young. Willa Cather communicationteachingage I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything to happen. 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. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep. Willa Cather airsuccesssleep Too much detail is apt, like any other form of extravagance, to become slightly vulgar. Willa Cather detailsextravagancetoo-much The air was cool enough to make the warm sun pleasant on one's back and shoulders, and so clear that the eye could follow a hawk up and up, into the blazing blue depths of the sky. Willa Cather eyeairblue Life began for me, when I ceased to admire and began to remember. Willa Cather admirerememberlove In this world people have to pay an extortionate price for any exceptional gift whatever. Willa Cather paypeopleworld The "sayings" of a community, its proverbs, are its characteristic comment upon life; they imply its history, suggest its attitude toward the world and its way of accepting life. Such an idiom makes the finest language any writer can have; and he can never get it with a notebook. He himself must be able to think and feel in that speech - it is a gift from heart to heart. Willa Cather notebookheartattitude There was only - spring itself, the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere; in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm high wind - rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive ... If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring. Willa Cather sunshinecloudsspring Love itself draws on a woman nearly all the bad luck in the world Willa Cather bad-luckluckworld I've seen it before. There are women who spread ruin through no fault of theirs, just by being too beautiful, too ful of life and love. They can't help it. Poeple come to them as people go to a warm fire in winter. Willa Cather life-and-lovewinterbeautiful 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. Willa Cather falling-in-lovepeopleworld No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person. Willa Cather womenpersonsself-esteem 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. Willa Cather christmassongmemories Of course Nebraska is a storehouse of literary material. Everywhere is a storehouse of literary material. If a true artist were born in a pigpen and raised in a sty, he would still find plenty of inspiration for his work. The only need is the eye to see. Willa Cather eyeartistinspiration It is cremated youth. It is all yours--no one gave it to you. Willa Cather youth 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. Willa Cather moonbluelying I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. Willa Cather naturetreeway
