Willa Cather Quotes
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It is cremated youth. It is all yours--no one gave it to you.
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Men are all right for friends, but as soon as you marry them they turn into cranky old fathers, even the wild ones. They begin to tell you what's sensible and what's foolish, and want you to stick at home all the time. I prefer to be foolish when I feel like it, and be accountable to nobody.
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All Southern women wished of their menfolk was simply to be 'like Paris handsome and like Hector brave'.
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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.
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In little towns, lives roll along so close to one another; loves and hates beat about, their wings almost touching.
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Success is less interesting than struggle. There is great pleasure in the effort.
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Oh, this is the joy of the rose; That it blows, And goes.
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Hunger is a powerful incentive to introspection.
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The emptiness was intense, like the stillness in a great factory when the machinery stops running.
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A watch is the most essential part of a lecture.
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Look at my papa here; he's been dead all these years, and yet he is more real to me than almost anybody else. He never goes out of my life. I talk to him and consult him all the time. The older I grow, the better I know him and the more I understand him.
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Sometimes a neighbor whom we have disliked a lifetime for his arrogance and conceit lets fall a single commonplace remark that shows us another side, another man, really; a man uncertain, and puzzled, and in the dark like ourselves.
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Men travel faster now, but I do not know if they go to better things.
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Dr. Howard Archie had just come up from a game of pool with the Jewish clothier and two traveling men who happened to be staying overnight in Moonstone.
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People always think the bread of another country is better than their own.
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I wanted to walk straight on through the red grass and over the edge of the world, which could not be very far away. The light and air abot me told me that the world ended here: only the ground and sun and sky were left, and if one went a little farther there would only be sun and sky, and one would float off into them, like the tawny hawks which sailed over our heads making slow shadows on the grass.
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One afternoon late in October of the year 1697, Euclide Auclair, the philosopher apothecary of Quebec, stood on the top of Cap Diamant gazing down the broad, empty river far beneath him.
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One January day, thirty years ago, the little town of Hanover, anchored on a windy Nebraska tableland, was trying not to be blown away.
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We all like people who do things, even if we only see their faces on cigar-box lids.
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What if - what if Life itself were the sweetheart?
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Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
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The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.
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Success is never so interesting as struggle
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Sometimes falling in love may look like pure madness to those not experiencing it but that's only because they're not involved. Just because other people don't understand your feelings doesn't mean they're not real or they're not important. You have to trust yourself. Feel what you feel and don't worry about anyone else. Love is about you and your significant other, remember that.