Willa Cather Quotes

Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.

It was the beginning of a day in June; the deep blue sky unsullied by a cloud, and teeming with brilliant light. The streets were, as yet, nearly free from passengers, the houses and shops were closed, and the healthy air of morning fell like breath from angels, on the sleeping town.

A few amber clouds floated in the sky without a breath of air to move them. The horizon was of a fine golden tint, changing gradually into a pure apple-green, and from that into the deep blue of the mid-heaven.

It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.

Here in Florida the seasons move in and out like nuns in soft clothing, making no rustle in their passing.

But it was only hot outside, and generally I only walked outside between one air-conditioned place to another.

And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters

It is really so nice here-country-busy-busy with so many different kinds of things-... I must say I feel far away in another world here-... always we go to a new place...the people have a kind of gentleness that isn't usual on the mainland.

Cobbled streets and no shops open past six o'clock, a communal life that seemed to revolve around church, and where you could often hear bird song and nothing else: Gaia felt as though she had fallen through a portal into a land lost in time.

It was a clear, starry night, dead calm. Whenever I see a sky like that, I wish I could write music

It was one of those perfect fall days when the air is cool enough to wake you up but the sun is also kissing your face.

Here everything is so wholly what I consider beautiful. In other words, there is peace here.

Go where there is silence and say something.

There is money to be made in the market place, but under the cherry tree there is rest.

The studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness.

It was a perfect spring afternoon, and the air was filled with vague, roving scents, as if the earth exhaled the sweetness of hidden flowers.

The symptoms or the sufferings generally considered to be inevitable and incident to the disease are very often not symptoms of the disease at all, but of something quite different-of the want of fresh air, or of light, or of warmth, or of quiet, or of cleanliness, or of punctuality and care in the administration of diet, of each or of all of these.

I find that when I come out of the library I'm in what I call the library bliss of being totally taken away from the distractions of life.

Quietness is an essential part of all awareness. In quiet times and sleepy times, a child can dwell in thoughts of his own, and in songs and stories of his own.

How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven.

A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care — For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew.

For whom all winds are quiet as the sun,/ All waters as the shore.

In my studio I'm as happy as a cow in her stall. That's the only place where everything is all right.