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Willa Cather quotes

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.

That is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.

Where there is great love, there are always wishes.

There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.

The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.

I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.

The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.

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

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.

It does not matter much whom we live with in this world, but it matters a great deal whom we dream of.

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

Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.

No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person.

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

The sun was like a great visiting presence that stimulated and took its due from all animal energy. When it flung wide its cloak and stepped down over the edge of the fields at evening, it left behind it a spent and exhausted world.

Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen.

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

The condition every art requires is, not so much freedom from restriction, as freedom from adulteration and from the intrusion of foreign matter.

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

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.