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.
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.
Some memories are realities and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.
Willa Cather
What was any art but a mold to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself- life hurrying past us and running away, to strong to stop, too sweet to lose.
The soul cannot be humbled by fasts and prayer; it must be broken by mortal sin to experience forgiveness of sin and rise to a state of grace. Otherwise, religion is nothing but dead logic.
Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness. The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.
The idea of you is a part of my mind; you influence my likes and dislikes, all my tastes, hundereds of times when I dont realize it. You really are a part of me.
