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 More Quotes by Willa Cather More Quotes From Willa Cather People can be lovers and enemies at the same time, you know. Willa Cather loverspeopleenemy Whatever is felt upon the page without being specifically named there - that, one might say, is created. It is the inexplicable presence of the thing not named, of the overtone divined by the ear but not heard by it, the verbal mood, the emotional aura of the fact or the thing or the deed, that gives high quality to the novel or the drama, as well as to poetry itself. Willa Cather emotionalgivingdrama Alexandra sighed. "I have a feeling that if you go away, you will not come back. Something will happen to one of us, or to both. People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find. What I have is yours if you care enough about me to take it. Willa Cather going-awayfeelingspeople If youth did not matter so much to itself, it would never have the heart to go on. Willa Cather mattergoes-onheart Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is one of the most depressing and disheartening. Willa Cather depressingabsencecountry You must not begin to fret about the successes of cheap people. After all, what have they to do with you? Willa Cather people [Mark Twain] is still the rough, awkward, good-natured boy who swore at the deck hands when he was three years old. Thoroughly likeable as a good fellow, but impossible as a man of letters. Willa Cather menboyshands They ravaged neither the rivers nor the forest, and if they irrigated, they took as little water as would serve their needs. The land and all that it bore they treated with consideration; not attempting to improve it, they never desecrated it. Willa Cather landriverswater Now that Stevenson is dead I can think of but one English- speaking author who is really keeping his self-respect and sticking forperfection. Of course I refer to that mighty master of language and keen student of human actions and motives, Henry James. Willa Cather selfactionthinking From the time the Englishman's bones harden into bones at all, he makes his skeleton a flagstaff, and he early plants his feet like one who is to walk the world and the decks of all the seas. Willa Cather skeletonsseafeet Setting ... is accident. Either a building is part of a place, or it is not. Once that kinship is there, time will only make it stronger. Willa Cather kinshipstrongerbuilding Religion is different from everything else; because in religion seeking is finding. Willa Cather findingsseekingdifferent Wherever humanity has made that hardest of all starts and lifted itself out of mere brutality is a sacred spot. Willa Cather sacredbrutalityhumanity Merely having seen the season change in a country gave one the sense of having been there for a long time. Willa Cather timelongcountry In little towns, lives roll along so close to one another; loves and hates beat about, their wings almost touching. Willa Cather touchinghatewings A watch is the most essential part of a lecture. Willa Cather lecturesessentialswatches youth, when it is hurt, likes to feel itself betrayed. Willa Cather betrayedlikeshurt So long as a novelist works selfishly for the pleasure of creating character and situation corresponding to his own illusions, ideals and intuitions, he will always produce something worth while and natural. Directly he takes himself too seriously and begins for the alleged benefit of humanity an elaborate dissection of complexes, he evolves a book that is more ridiculous and tiresome than the most conventional cold cream girl novel of yesterday. Willa Cather girlcharacterbook When people ask me if it has been a hard or easy road, I always answer with the same quotation, the end is nothing, the road is all.Willa Cather Willa Cather answerseasypeople I have not much faith in women in fiction.... Women are so horribly subjective and they have such scorn for the healthy commonplace. When a woman writes a story of adventure, a stout sea tale, a manly battle yarn, anything without wine, women, and love, then I will begin to hope for something great from them, not before. Willa Cather womenwinewriting
