Willa Cather

Date of Birth:

07-Dec-1872

Nationality:

United States

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Wilella Sibert Cather 'Willa' is a world-acclaimed American author, insightful poet, successful woman journalist and a theatre analyst. She's dearly loved for her novels My Antonia, Death Comes for the Archbishop, the Song of the Lark, O Pioneers! and Sapphira and the Slave Girl that depict regular happening in the frontier life of the Great Plains. Contrary to common notion, Carter didn't spend her life raising multiple children at farms. Rather than exerting her charms on rich men or devoting her life to the Catholic Church, she spent last four decades of her live in the cosmopolitan NY society. Willa’s life as a fiercely independent, intelligent, down-to-earth, affectionate and opinionated woman is an inspiration for modern-day working woman in high-end downtown. This cantankerous writer started off as an editor for 'The Home Monthly' and English teacher at high school, but she moved in with her partner Edith Lewis to live a controversial homosexual life at NYC. In due course Willa attained phenomenal success for her editorial skills through McClure's Magazine. Here elegant writing style is evident in most of her write-ups. Willa maintained an active writing career until her death after which, her personal letters were burnt to honor her last will. We have extracted some of Willa Cather’s profound quotes from her writings and her life. Here is a collection of Willa Cather quotes and sayings about love, writing, happiness, ambition, art etc.

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There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.

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

The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing — desire.

Where there is great love, there are always miracles.

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

Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen.

It's all very well to tell us to forgive our enemies; our enemies can never hurt us very much. But oh, what about forgiving our friends?

People live through such pain only once. Pain comes again—but it finds a tougher surface.

That is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.

The fact that I was a girl never damaged my ambitions to be a pope or an emperor.

Now I understood that the same road was to bring us together again. Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.