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Love itself draws on a woman nearly all the bad luck in the world
Willa Cather
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Willa Cather
Age: 73 †
Born: 1873
Born: December 7
Died: 1947
Died: April 24
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Willa Sibert Cather
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You must not begin to fret about the successes of cheap people. After all, what have they to do with you?
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Some people's lives are affected by what happens to their person or their property but for others fate is what happens to their feelings and their thoughts -- that and nothing more.
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Too much information is rather deadening.
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The history of every country begins in the heart of a man or a woman.
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Yet the summer which was to change everything was coming nearer every day. When boys and girls are growing up, life can't stand still, not even in the quietest of country towns and they have to grow up, whether they will or no. That is what their elders are always forgetting.
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[Mark Twain] is still the rough, awkward, good-natured boy who swore at the deck hands when he was three years old. Thoroughly likeable as a good fellow, but impossible as a man of letters.
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Only the stupid and the phlegmatic should teach.
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A watch is the most essential part of a lecture.
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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.
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I don't want anyone reading my writing to think about style. I just want them to be in the story.
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Claude Wheeler opened his eyes before the sun was up and vigorously shook his younger brother, who lay in the other half of the same bed.
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Life began for me, when I ceased to admire and began to remember.
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The two friends stood for a few moments on the windy street corner, not speaking a word, as two travelers, who have lost their way, sometimes stand and admit their perplexity in silence. (O Pioneers!)
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For ever and anon the soul becomes weary of the conventions that are not of it, and with a single stroke shatters the civilized lies with which it is unable to cope, and the strong arm reaches out and takes by force what it cannot win by cunning.
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Winter lies too long in country towns hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
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Art and religion (they are the same thing, in the end, of course) have given man the only happiness he has ever had.
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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.
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Miracles surround us at every turn if we but sharpen our perceptions of them.
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No nation has ever produced great art that has not made a high art of cookery, because art appeals primarily to the senses.
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Personal hatred and family affection are not incompatible they often flourish and grow strong together.
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