The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing — desire.
Willa CatherOld people, who have felt blows and toil and known the world's hard hand, need, even more than children do, a woman's tenderness.
Willa CatherI wanted to walk straight on through the red grass and over the edge of the world, which could not be very far away. The light and air abot me told me that the world ended here: only the ground and sun and sky were left, and if one went a little farther there would only be sun and sky, and one would float off into them, like the tawny hawks which sailed over our heads making slow shadows on the grass.
Willa CatherI like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. I feel as if this tree knows everything I ever think of when I sit here. When I come back to it, I never have to remind it of anything; I begin just where I left off.
Willa Cather