32 Remarkable Willa Cather Quotes

32 Remarkable Willa Cather Quotes

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Will Cather was an author born in 1873 in Virginia. She is most famously known for her stories of frontier life in her novels. Her most famous work is One of Ours, which won the Pulitzer Prize. She died on April 24, 1947 at the age of 73.

“Art and religion (they are the same thing, in the end, of course) have given man the only happiness he has ever had.”

“Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness. The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how
difficult it is.”

“Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky. The landscape one longed for when one was away, the thing all about one, the world one actually
lived in, was the sky, the sky!”

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

“Every individual taste, every natural appetite, was bridled by caution. The people asleep in those houses, I thought, tried to live like the mice in their own kitchens; to make no noise, to
leave no trace, to slip over the surface of things in the dark.”

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

“He had seen the end of an era, the sunset of the pioneer. He had come upon it when already its glory was nearly spent.”

“I ain’t got time to learn. I can work like mans now.”

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

“I tell you there is no such thing as creative hate!”

“If you love the good thing vitally, enough to give up for it all that one must give up, then you must hate the cheap thing just as hard. I tell you, there is such a thing as creative hate!
“A contempt that drives you through fire, makes you risk everything and lose everything, makes you a long sight better than you ever knew you could be.”

“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.”

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

“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.”

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

“Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is one of the most depressing and disheartening.”

“Only solitary men know the full joys of friendship. Others have their family –but to a solitary and an exile his friends are everything.”

“She had never known before how much the country meant to her. The chirping of the insects in the long grass had been like the sweetest music. She had felt as if her heart were hiding down
there, somewhere, with the quail and the plover and all the little wild things that crooned or buzzed in the sun. Under the long shaggy ridges, she felt the future stirring.”

“She remembered home as a place where there were always too many children, a cross man and work piling up around a sick woman.”

“That is happiness: to be dissolved into something complete and great.”

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

“The great fact was the land itself, which seemed to overwhelm the little beginnings of human society that struggled in its sombre wastes.”

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

“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.”

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

“There was about Alexandra something of the impervious calm of the fatalist, always disconcerting to very young people, who cannot feel that the heart lives at all unless it is still at the
mercy of storms; unless its strings can scream to the touch of pain.”

“This guarded mode of existence was like living under a tyranny. People’s speech, their voices, their very glances, became furtive and repressed.”

“We come and go, but the land is always here. And the people who love it and understand it are the people who own it — for a little while.”

“Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.”

“When kindness has left people, even for a few moments, we become afraid of them, as if their reason had left them. When it has left a place where we have always found it, it is like
shipwreck; we drop from security into something malevolent and bottomless.”

“Where there is great love there are always miracles.”

“Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. On the farm the weather was the great fact, and men’s affairs went on underneath it, as the
streams creep under the ice. But in Black Hawk the scene of human life was spread out shrunken and pinched, frozen down to the bare stalk.”