“The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify - it was like the light of truth itself. When the smoky clouds hung low in the west and the red sun went down behind them, leaving a pink flush on the snowy roofs and the blue drifts, then the wind sprang up afresh, with a kind of bitter song, as if it said" "This is reality, whether you like it or not. All those frivolities of summer, the light and shadow, the living mask of green that trembled over everything, they were lies, and this is what was underneath. This is the truth." It was as if we were being punished for loving the loveliness of summer.”
Willa Cather“Pittsburgh was even more vital, more creative, more hungry for culture than New York. Pittsburgh was the birthplace of my writing.”
Willa Cather“Miracles surround us at every turn, if we but sharpen our perceptions to them.”
Willa Cather“Constant comparisons are the stamp of the foreigner; one continually translates manners and customs of a new country into terms of his own, before he can fully comprehend them.”
Willa Cather, Willa Cather in Europe: Her Own Story of the First Journey“The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.”
Willa Cather“What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.”
Willa Cather“The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.”
Willa Cather“All the intelligence and talent in the world can't make a singer. The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity. It is a sport, like the silver fox. It happens.”
Willa Cather“That is happiness to be dissolved into something complete and great.”
Willa Cather