Willa Cather Quotes

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep tonight.

I see the moon like a clipped piece of silver. Like gilded bees the stars cluster round her.

Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon.

The moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven.

The moon is swimming naked and the summer night is fragrant with a mighty expectation of relief.

Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.

There was a sliver of moon and a splash of stars, and the light outlined her face and glistened on the tears that ran like mercury down her cheeks.

The moon rose, an opalescent goddess tipping light from her harsh maternal scimitar.

Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves The brilliant moon and all the milky sky And all that famous harmony of leaves Had blotted out man's image and his cry.

It is a beautiful and delightful sight to behold the body of the Moon.

So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day.

We walk up the beach under the stars. And when we are tired of walking, we lie flat on the sand under a bowl of stars. We feel stretched, expanded to take in their compass. They pour into us until we are filled with stars, up to the brim.

Go out of the house to see the moon, and't is mere tinsel; it will not please as when its light shines upon your necessary journey.

Back of my forehead I feel tonight A whole sky full of stars. Under a western moon. Life is indeed lovely!

The stars up close to the moon were pale; they got brighter and braver the farther they got out of the circle of light ruled by the giant moon

I caught a pebble in the moonlight.

We ran as if to meet the moon.

The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.

The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits;- on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.

Never have nights been more beautiful than these nights of anxiety. In the sky have been shining in trinity the moon, Venus and Mars. Nature has been more splendid than man.

The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I’m falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.

As I stood and watched the mists slowly rising this morning I wondered what view was more beautiful than this.

Floating to shore...riding a low moon...on a slow cloud.