Top 300 Willa Cather Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “To note an artist’s limitations is but to define his talent.”

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52. “Old people, who have felt blows and toil and known the world’s hard hand, need, even more than children do, a woman’s tenderness.”

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53. “I wondered if the life that was right for one was ever right for two!”

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54. “Let people go on talking as they like, and we will go on living as we think best.”

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55. “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.”

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56. “Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin.”

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57. “When we look back, the only things we cherish are those which in some way met our original want; the desire which formed in us in early youth, undirected, and of its own accord.”

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58. “Every artist makes himself born. It is very much harder than the other time, and longer.”

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59. “For ever and anon the soul becomes weary of the conventions that are not of it, and with a single stroke shatters the civilized lies with which it is unable to cope, and the strong arm reaches out and takes by force what it cannot win by cunning.”

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60. “The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.”

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61. “In this world people have to pay an extortionate price for any exceptional gift whatever.”

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62. “The sincerity of feeling that is possible between a writer and a reader is one of the finest things I know.”

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63. “The revolt against individualism naturally calls artists severely to account, because the artist is of all men the most individual; those who were not have been long forgotten.”

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64. “The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating forward with an invisible current.”

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65. “The only thing very noticeable about Nebraska was that it was still, all day long, Nebraska.”

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66. “Men travel faster now, but I do not know if they go to better things.”

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67. “Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky.”

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68. “The air is of silver and pearl, the night is liquid with moonlight.”

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69. “The voice is a wild thing. It can’t be bred in captivity.”

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70. “Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.”

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71. “It opened with the melancholy reflection that, in the lives of mortals the best days are the first to flee. ‘Optima dies... prima fugit.’ I turned back to the beginning of the third book, which we had read in class that morning. ‘Primus ego in patriam mecum... deducam Musas’; ’for I shall be the first, if I live, to bring the Muse into my country.”

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72. “There was nothing but land; not a country at all, but the material out of which countries are made.”

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73. “Human relationships are the tragic necessity of human life; that they can never be wholly satisfactory, that every ego is half the time greedily seeking them, and half the time pulling away from them.”

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74. “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.”

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75. “The irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand.”

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76. “I was thinking, as I watched her, how little it mattered – about her teeth, for instance. I know so many women who have kept all the things that she had lost, but whose inner glow has faded. Whatever else was gone, Antonia had not lost the fire of life.”

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77. “People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find.”

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78. “The heart, when it is too much alive, aches for that brown earth, and ecstasy has no fear of death.”

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79. “There seemed to be nothing to see; no fences, no creeks or trees, no hills or fields. If there was a road, I could not make it out in the faint starlight. There was nothing but land: not a country at all, but the material out of which countries are made.”

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80. “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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81. “On the edge of the prairie, where the sun had gone down, the sky was turquoise blue, like a lake, with gold light throbbing in it. Higher up, in the utter clarity of the western slope, the evening star hung like a lamp suspended by silver chains – like the lamp engraved up the title-page of old Latin texts, which is always appearing in new heavens and waking new desires in men.”

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82. “The miracles of the church seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from afar off, but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there about us always.”

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83. “If there were no girls like them in the world, there would be no poetry.”

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84. “There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before.”

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85. “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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86. “Our tree became the talking tree of the fairy tale; legends and stories nestled like birds in its branches.”

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87. “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.”

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88. “Today I stood taller from walking among the trees.”

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89. “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.”

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90. “Ain’t it wonderful, Jim, how much people can mean to each other?”

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91. “William Tavener never heeded ominous forecasts in the domestic horizon, and he never looked for a storm until it broke.”

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92. “Give the people a new word and they think they have a new fact.”

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93. “When the eyes of the flesh are shut, the eyes of the spirit are open.”

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94. “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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95. “Alcohol is perfectly consistent in its effects upon man. Drunkenness is merely an exaggeration. A foolish man drunk becomes maudlin; a bloody man, vicious; a coarse man, vulgar.”

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96. “Now I understood that the same road was to bring us together again. Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.”

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97. “Only a Woman, divine, could know all that a woman can suffer.”

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98. “Oh, better I like to work out-of-doors than in a house!’ she used to sing joyfully. ‘I not care that your grandmother say it makes me like a man. I like to be like a man.”

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99. “The higher processes are all processes of simplification. The novelist must learn to write, and then he must unlearn it; just as the modern painter learns to draw, and then learns when utterly to disregard his accomplishment, when to subordinate it to a higher and truer effect.”

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100. “Oh, that’s the beauty of the rose, that it blossoms and dies.”

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