Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.

—Willa Cather

About Willa Cather

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Willa Sibert Cather (; born Wilella Sibert Cather; December 7, 1873 – April 24, 1947) was an American writer known for her novels of life on the Great Plains, including O Pioneers!, The Song of the Lark, and My Ántonia. In 1923, she was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for One...

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Security is a kind of death.

—Willa Cather

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.

—Willa Cather

He had the uneasy manner of a man who is not among his own kind, and who has not seen enough of the world to feel that all people are in some sense his own kind.

—Willa Cather

No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person.

—Willa Cather

Men travel faster now, but I do not know if they go to better things.

—Willa Cather

More quotations tagged with “winter”

When there's snow on the ground, I like to pretend I'm walking on clouds.

When you live in Texas, every single time you see snow it's magical.

—Pamela Ribon

The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood.

—John Burroughs

One kind word can warm three winter months.

—Japanese proverb

Every mile is two in winter.

—George Herbert

History

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