"There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm."
About Willa Cather
Willa Cather, a prominent American novelist, is celebrated for her rich depictions of life on the Great Plains and the complexities of human identity. Her major work, 'My Ántonia', encapsulates her deep appreciation for the landscape and its influence on personal narratives. Cather's writing often reflects her belief that nature profoundly shapes human experience, as she once noted that 'the best part of life is the part that is lived in the open air.' This perspective reveals her understanding of the interconnectedness of environment and identity, challenging the notion of individualism by emphasizing community ties. Cather's characters frequently grapple with their identities against the backdrop of the vast American landscape, showcasing the tension between personal aspirations and societal norms. In 'O Pioneers!', for instance, she illustrates how the land molds her characters' destinies, making their struggles and triumphs inseparable from their surroundings. This approach not only highlights her unique voice in American literature but also underscores the enduring relevance of her themes today. Her exploration of identity and belonging continues to resonate, as readers find solace in her insights about the human condition and the landscapes that shape us. Cather's work remains a testament to the power of place in understanding ourselves and our connections to others.
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"There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm."
"Success is never so interesting as struggle"
"Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is one of the most depressing and disheartening."
"The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating forward with an invisible current."
"When kindness has left people, even for a few moments, we become afraid of them as if their reason had left them. When it has left a place where we have always found it, it is like shipwreck; we drop from security into something malevolent and bottomless."
"If the street life, not the Whitechapel street life, but that of the common but so-called respectable part of town is in any city more gloomy, more ugly, more grimy, more cruel than in London, I certainly don't care to see it. Sometimes it occurs to one that possibly all the failures of this generation, the world over, have been suddenly swept into London, for the streets are a restless, breathing, malodorous pageant of the seedy of all nations."
"The fact that I was a girl never damaged my ambitions to be a pope or an emperor."
"It takes a great deal of experience to become natural."
"Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen."
"Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky."
"The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is."
"The end is nothing; the road is all."
"Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen."
"The idea of you is a part of my mind; you influence my likes and dislikes, all my tastes, hundreds of times when I don't realize it. You really are a part of me. In the course of twenty crowded years one parts with many illusions... I did not wish to lose the early ones. Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen again."
"There seemed to be nothing to see; no fences, no creeks or trees, no hills or fields. If there was a road, I could not make it out in the faint starlight. There was nothing but land: not a country at all, but the material out of which countries are made."
"Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again."
"The test of one's decency is how much of a fight one can put up after one has stopped caring, and after one has found out that one can never please the people they wanted to please."
"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."
"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."
"That is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great."