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
Willa Cather quotes about
girl world would-be
If there were no girls like them in the world, there would be no poetry
autumn hands apples
She had only to stand in the orchard, to put her hand on a little crab tree and look up at the apples, to make you feel the goodness of planting and tending and harvesting at last.
vanity pity easy
It is easy to pity when once one's vanity has been tickled.
inspirational-love men thinking
Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they are in love with somebody.
writing years perfect
If you don't keep and guard and mature your force, and above all, have time and quiet to perfect your work, you will be writing things not much better than you did five years ago.
flower blow rose
Oh, this is the joy of the rose; That it blows, And goes.
spring sunshine light
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.
children attitude learning
A child's attitude toward everything is an artist's attitude.
spring reflection air
The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full of red dust. The air one breathed was saturated with earthy smells, and the grass under foot had a reflection of the blue sky in it.
talking bird tree
Our tree became the talking tree of the fairy tale; legends and stories nestled like birds in its branches.
prayer night sky
If we never arrived anywhere, it did not matter. Between that earth and that sky i felt erased, blotted out. I did not say my prayers that night: here, i felt what would be would be.
communication too-much heat
I have sometimes thought that his bursts of imaginative talk were fatal to his poetic gift. He squandered too much in the heat of personal communication.
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.
eye flesh spirit
When the eyes of the flesh are shut, the eyes of the spirit are open.