Willa Cather Quotes
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On the farm the weather was the great fact, and men's affairs went on underneath it, as the streams creep under the ice.
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Even the wicked get worse than they deserve.
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Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen.
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There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.
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There was nothing but land; not a country at all, but the material out of which countries are made.
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Oh, the Germans classify, but the French arrange.
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Wherever humanity has made that hardest of all starts and lifted itself out of mere brutality is a sacred spot.
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Ugly accidents happen . . . always have and always will. But the failures are swept back into the pile and forgotten. They don`t leave any lasting scar in the world, and they don`t affect the future. The things that last are the good things. The people who forge ahead and do something, they really count.
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Yet the summer which was to change everything was coming nearer every day. When boys and girls are growing up, life can't stand still, not even in the quietest of country towns; and they have to grow up, whether they will or no. That is what their elders are always forgetting.
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There is often a good deal of the child left in people who have had to grow up too soon.
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Art, it seems to me, should simplify.
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When the eyes of the flesh are shut, the eyes of the spirit are open.
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If [the writer] achieves anything noble, anything enduring, it must be by giving himself absolutely to his material. And this gift of sympathy is his great gift; is the fine thing in him that alone can make his work fine.
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life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.
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The fact that I was a girl never damaged my ambitions to be a pope or an emperor.
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Love itself draws on a woman nearly all the bad luck in the world
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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.
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Art is a concrete and personal and rather childish thing after all - no matter what people do to graft it into science and make it sociological and psychological; it is no good at all unless it is let alone to be itself - a game of make-believe, or re-production, very exciting and delightful to people who have an ear for it or an eye for it.
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Writing ought either to be the manufacture of stories for which there is a market demand - a business as safe and commendable as making soap or breakfast foods - or it should be an art, which is always a search for something for which there is no market demand, something new and untried, where the values are intrinsic and have nothing to do with standardized values.
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One cannot divine nor forecast the conditions that will make happiness; one only stumbles upon them by chance, in a lucky hour, at the world's end somewhere, and hold fast to the days.
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The qualities of a second-rate writer can easily be defined, but a first-rate writer can only be experienced. It is just the thing in him which escapes analysis that makes him first-rate.
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The idea of you is a part of my mind; you influence my likes and dislikes, all my tastes, hundreds of times when I don't realize it. You really are a part of me. In the course of twenty crowded years one parts with many illusions... I did not wish to lose the early ones. Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen again.
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This is reality, whether you like it or not--all those frivolities of summer, the light and shadow, the living mask of green that trembled over everything, they were lies, and this is what was underneath. This is the truth.
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To fulfil the dreams of one's youth; that is the best that can happen to a man. No worldly success can take the place of that.