63 ordspråk av Willa Sibert Cather
Willa Sibert Cather
I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge.
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If you think your bundle of dirty clothes too heavy, try picking up your neighbor's
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If youth did not matter so much to itself it would never have the heart to go on
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In this world people have to pay an extortionate price for any exceptional gift whatever.
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Isn't it queer: there are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before; like the larks in this country that have been singing the same five notes over for thousands of years
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Men are all right for friends, but as soon as you marry them they turn into cranky old fathers, even the wild ones. They begin to tell you what's sensible and what's foolish, and want you to stick at home all the time. I prefer to be foolish when I feel like it, and be accountable to nobody.
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Men travel faster now, but I do not know if they go to better things.
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Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen.
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No one can build her security on the nobleness of another person
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No one person knows much more about writing than another. I expect that when people think they know anything about it, then their case is hopeless.
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Oh, the Germans classify, but the French arrange!.
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Oh, this is the joy of the rose; That it blows, And goes.
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Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they're in love with somebody.
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One cannot divine nor forecast the conditions that will make happiness; one only stumbles upon them by chance, in a lucky hour, at the world's end somewhere, and hold fast to the days, as to fortune or fame.
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One may have staunch friends in one's own family, but one seldom has admirers.
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