Willa Cather Quotes
What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.
Willa Cather
Quotes to Explore
We've all had those moments where we take a person for granted.
Laura San Giacomo
I strongly believe that the art of the novel works best when the writer identifies with whoever he or she is writing about. Novels in the end are based on the human capacity, compassion, and I can show more compassion to my characters if I write in a first person singular.
Orhan Pamuk
I still drive my 1977 Honda Accord. The paint is almost all worn off. It's still running.
Larry Wall
The history of art is the history of revivals.
Samuel Butler
Be strong, believe in freedom and in God, love yourself, understand your sexuality, have a sense of humor, masturbate, don't judge people by their religion, color or sexual habits, love life and your family.
Madonna
Breakfast Club
Conversation may be compared to a lyre with seven chords - philosophy, art, poetry, love, scandal, and the weather.
Anna Jameson
But baseball was different... You stood and waited and tried to still your mind. When your moment came, you had to be ready, because if you f****d up, everyone would know whose fault it was. What other sport not only kept a stat as cruel as the error, but posted it on the scoreboard for everyone to see? ... You could only try so hard not to try too hard before you were right back around to trying too hard. And trying hard, as everyone told him, was wrong, all wrong.
Chad Harbach
What's great about bacteria is you have a surprise every day waiting for you because they're so fast, they grow overnight.
Bonnie Bassler
I like to make pictures about people who make a difference.
Jerry Bruckheimer
To suppress free speech is a double wrong. It violates the rights of the hearer as well as those of the speaker.
Frederick Douglass
What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.
Willa Cather