Top 380 Willa Cather Quotes (2026 Update)
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151. “Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.”

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152. “From the time the Englishman’s bones harden into bones at all, he makes his skeleton a flagstaff, and he early plants his feet like one who is to walk the world and the decks of all the seas.”

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153. “But the great fact was the land itself, which seemed to overwhelm the little beginnings of human society that struggled in its sombre wastes. It was from facing this vast hardness that the boy’s mouth had become so bitter; because he felt that men were too weak to make any mark here, that the land wanted to be let alone, to preserve its own fierce strength, its peculiar, savage kind of beauty, its uninterrupted mournfulness.”

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154. “Everything seemed to have succumbed, to have sunk to sleep, under the great, golden, tender, midsummer moon. The splendor of it seemed to transcend human life and human fate. The senses were too feeble to take it in, and every time one looked up at the sky one felt unequal to it, as if one were sitting deaf under the waves of a great river of melody.”

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155. “Antonia came in and stood before me... It was a shock, of course. It always is, to meet people after long years, especially if they have lived as much and as hard as this woman had. We stood looking at each other. The eyes that peered anxiously at me were – simply Antonia’s eyes... As I confronted her, the changes grew less apparent to me, her identity stronger. She was there in the full vigour of her personality, battered, but not diminished...”

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156. “Wherever and whenever that piece is put on, it is April.”

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157. “Niel felt tonight that the right man could still save her, even now. She was still her own indomitable self, going through her old part, – but only the stage hands were left to listen to her. All those who had shared in fine undertakings and bright occasions were gone.”

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158. “Constant comparisons are the stamp of the foreigner; one continually translates manners and customs of a new country into terms of his own, before he can fully comprehend them.”

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159. “There was a new kind of strength in the gravity of her face, and her colors still gave her that look of deep-seated health and ardor.”

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160. “Men are all right for friends, but as soon as you marry them they turn into cranky old fathers, even the wild ones.”

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161. “Only the stupid and the phlegmatic should teach.”

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162. “One summer evening in the year 1848, three Cardinals and a missionary were dining together in the gardens of a villa in the Sabine hills, overlooking Rome.”

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163. “Most beautiful of all was the tarnished gold of the elms, with a little brown in it, a little bronze, a little blue, even – a blue like amethyst, which made them melt into the azure haze with a kind of happiness, a harmony of mood that filled the air with content.”

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164. “Where there is great love there are always miracles,′ he said at length. ‘One might almost say that an apparition is human vision corrected by divine love. I do not see you as you really are, Joseph; I see you through my affection for you. 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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165. “I know that I am going away on my own account. I must make the usual effort. I must have something to show for myself. To take what you would give me, I should have to be either a very large man or a very small one, and I am only in the middle class.”

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166. “The record of the plow was insignificant, like the feeble scratches on stone left by prehistoric races, so indeterminate that they may, after all, be only the markings of glaciers, and not a record of human strivings.”

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167. “Henry Colbert, the miller, always breakfasted with his wife – beyond that he appeared irregularly at the family table.”

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168. “Imagination, which is a quality writers must have, does not mean the ability to weave pretty stories out of nothing. In the right sense, imagination is a response to what is going on – a sensitiveness to which outside things appeal. It is a composition of sympathy and observation.”

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169. “I could pick out exactly the right sort of woman for Frank – now. The trouble is you almost have to marry a man before you can find out the sort of wife he needs; and usually it’s exactly the sort you are not. Then what are you going to do about it?” she asked candidly.”

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170. “From two ears that had grown side by side, the grains of one shot up joyfully into the light, projecting themselves into the future, and the grains from the other lay still in the earth and rotted; and nobody knew why.”

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171. “Personal life becomes paler as the imaginative life becomes richer.”

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172. “The years seemed to stretch before her like the land; spring, summer, autumn, winter, spring; always the same patient fields, the patient little trees, the patient lives; always the same yearning, the same pulling at the chain – until the instinct to live had torn itself and bled and weakened for the last time, until the chain secured a dead woman, who might cautiously be released.”

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173. “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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174. “Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.”

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175. “Her rapid footsteps shook her own floors, and she routed lassitude and indifference wherever she came.”

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176. “How terrible it was to love people when you could not really share their lives!”

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177. “The carnations in his coat were drooping with the cold, he noticed, their red glory all over.”

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178. “When the Cathedral bell tolled just after dark, the Mexican population of Santa Fe fell upon their knees, and all American Catholics as well. Many others who did not kneel prayed in their hearts. Eusabio and the Tesuque boys went quietly away to tell their people; and the next morning the old Archbishop lay before the high altar in the church he had built.”

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179. “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.”

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180. “Her voice had a peculiarly engaging quality; it was deep, a little husky, and one always heard the breath vibrating behind it. Everything she said seemed to come right out of her heart. One.”

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181. “Of course Nebraska is a storehouse of literary material. Everywhere is a storehouse of literary material. If a true artist were born in a pigpen and raised in a sty, he would still find plenty of inspiration for his work. The only need is the eye to see.”

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182. “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.”

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183. “I tell you there is such a thing as creative hate.”

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184. “It is a tragic hour, that hour when we are finally driven to reckon with ourselves, when every avenue of mental distraction has been cut off and our own life and all its ineffaceable failures closes about us like the walls of that old torture chamber of the Inquisition.”

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185. “I first met Myra Henshawe when I was fifteen, but I had known her about ever since I could remember anything at all.”

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186. “Everything showed him to be a man of gentle birth – brave, sensitive, courteous. His manners, even when he was alone in the desert, were distinguished. He had a kind of courtesy toward himself, toward his beasts, toward the juniper tree before which he knelt, and the God whom he was addressing.”

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187. “But whenever my consciousness was quickened, all those early friends were quickened within it, and in some strange way they accompanied me through all my new experiences. They were so much alive in me that I scarcely stopped to wonder whether they were alive anywhere else. Or how.”

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188. “It came over him now that the unexpected favours of fortune, no matter how dazzling, do not mean very much to us. They may excite or divert us for a time, but 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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189. “A group of girls with their hair hanging loose over their shoulders, and the most strident voices imaginable, sold flowers at the foot of an equestrian statue, done in bronze by Thornycroft when the Empress was a young woman.”

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190. “People always think the bread of another country is better than their own.”

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191. “She was quick to anger, quick to laughter, and jolly from the depths of her soul.”

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192. “Whatever is felt upon the page without being specifically named there – that, we may say, is created.”

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193. “He often quoted to his students that passage from their fellow Auvergnat, Pascal: that Man was lost and saved in a garden.”

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194. “As I remember them, what unprotected faces they were; their very roughness and violence made them defenceless. These boys had no practised manner behind which they could retreat and hold people at a distance. They only had their hard fists to batter at the world with.”

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195. “The trouble is you almost have to marry a man before you can find out the sort of wife he needs; and usually it’s exactly the sort you are not.”

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196. “In little towns, lives roll along so close to one another; loves and hates beat about, their wings almost touching.”

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197. “Pittsburgh was even more vital, more creative, more hungry for culture than New York. Pittsburgh was the birthplace of my writing.”

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198. “Either a building is part of a place or it is not. Once that kinship is there, time will only make it stronger.”

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199. “A work-room should be like an old shoe; no matter how shabby, it’s better than a new one.”

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200. “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 to one again.”

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