491 Quotes by Willa Cather

The old man smiled. 'I shall not die of a cold, my son. I shall die of having lived.

It's not a pleasant place to be lying while the world is moving and doing and bettering... but it rather seems as though we ought to go back to the place we came from in the end.

Paris is a hard place to leave, even when it rains incessantly and one coughs continually from the dampness.

Avarice, he assured them, was the one passion that grew stronger and sweeter in old age.

The prayers of all good people are good.

Everywhere the grain stood ripe and the hot afternoon was full of the smell of the ripe wheat, like the smell of bread baking in an oven. The breath of the wheat and the sweet clover passed him like pleasant things in a dream.

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

It seems to me that the pleasure one feels in a work of art is just one thing that one does not have to explain.

In their death as in their life the Latins are more socially disposed than we, and the graves in their cemeteries almost always touch each other, they are so closely crowded together.