491 Quotes by Willa Cather

Pity is sworn servant unto love: And this be sure, wherever it begin To make the way, it lets your master in.

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

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.

The more observing ones may have seen, but discerning people are usually discreet and often kind, for we usually bleed a little before we begin to discern.

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.

The summer moon hung full in the sky. For the time being it was the great fact of the world.

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.

Money is a protection, a cloak; it can buy one quiet, and some sort of dignity.

life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.