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
book years house
Thirty or forty years ago, in one those grey towns along the Burlington railroad which are so much greyer to-day than they were then, there was a house well know from Omaha to Denver for its hospitality and for a certain charm of atmosphere.
stronger building kinship
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.
should-have ideas imagination
A pioneer should have imagination, should be able to enjoy the idea of things more than the things themselves.
personality storm horizon
William Tavener never heeded ominous forecasts in the domestic horizon, and he never looked for a storm until it broke.
people may littles
The more observing ones may have seen, but discerning people are usually discreet and often kind, for we usually bleed a little before we begin to discern.
summer moon sky
The summer moon hung full in the sky. For the time being it was the great fact of the world.
dignity quiet protection
Money is a protection, a cloak; it can buy one quiet, and some sort of dignity.
hate wings touching
In little towns, lives roll along so close to one another; loves and hates beat about, their wings almost touching.
summer dream art
Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness - why must they go out of the summer world into darkness?
what-if sweetheart ifs
What if - what if Life itself were the sweetheart?
people tree social
The trees and shrubbery seemed well-groomed and social, like pleasant people.
running horse land
This land was an enigma. It was like a horse that no one knows how to break to harness, that runs wild and kicks things to pieces.
mother boys like-her
Sometimes," I ventured, "it doesn't occur to boys that their mother was ever young and pretty. . . I couldn't stand it if you boys were inconsiderate, or thought of her as if she were just somebody who looked after you. You see I was very much in love with your mother once, and I know there's nobody like her...
men ice weather
On the farm the weather was the great fact, and men's affairs went on underneath it, as the streams creep under the ice.