491 Quotes by Willa Cather

It was just this solitariness of love in which a priest’s life could be like his Master’s. It was not a solitude of atrophy, of negation, but of perpetual flowering.

A child’s attitude toward everything is an artist’s attitude.

And what I like best in you is this particular enthusiasm, which is not at all practical or sensible, which is downright Quixotic. You are not altogether what you seem, and you have your reservations. Living among the wolves, you have not become one.

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.

If you don’t keep and guard and mature your force, and above all, have time and quiet to perfect your work, you will be writing things not much better than you did five years ago.

Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness – why must they go out of the summer world into darkness?

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

I had the sense of coming home to myself, and of having found out what a little circle man’s experience is.

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.