Willa Cather wrote with clear eyes and a steady heart. Her words linger like quiet truth on the prairie wind. They remind us to look closely, to trust what is real, and to open our perception to the beauty that is always near. ✨

“The end is nothing; the road is all.” ~ Willa Cather

Miracles seem to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming near from far off, but upon our perceptions being made finer so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is always about us.

Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen again.

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

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

The history of every country begins in the heart of a man or a woman.

There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.

What is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.

Oh, the Germans classify, but the French arrange.

Give the people a new word and they think they have a new fact.

A child's attitude toward everything is an artist's attitude.

One cannot divine nor forecast the conditions that will make happiness. One stumbles upon them by chance, in a lucky hour, at the world's end somewhere, and holds fast to the days as to fortune or fame.

That is happiness: to be dissolved into something complete and great.