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18 quotes

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Place·Red Cloud✕clear

The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing-desire.

The Song of the Lark · 1915

★ 1.9

Only solitary men know the full joys of friendship. Others have their family-but to a solitary and an exile his friends are everything.

Shadows on the Rock · 1931

★ 1.9

I tell you, there is such a thing as creative hate!

The Song of the Lark · 1915

★ 2.0

Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.

My Antonia · 1918

★ 2.0

Where there is great love, there are always miracles.

Death Comes for the Archbishop · 1927

★ 2.1

Autobiography and memoir

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 holds fast to the days, as to fortune or fame.

1902

★ 3.5

There's nothing so dangerous as sitting still. You've only got one life, one youth, and you can let it slip through your fingers if you want to; nothing easier. Most people do that.

1912

★ 3.5

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.

O Pioneers! · 1913

★ 3.6

People live through such pain only once. Pain comes again-but it finds a tougher surface.

The Song of the Lark · 1915

★ 3.6

We come and go, but the land is always here. And the people who love it and understand it are the people who own it-for a little while.

O Pioneers! · 1913

★ 3.7

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

O Pioneers! · 1913

★ 3.7

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

The Song of the Lark · 1915

★ 3.7

There was nothing but land; not a country at all, but the material out of which countries are made.

My Antonia · 1918

★ 3.7

That is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.

My Antonia · 1918

★ 3.7

Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.

My Antonia · 1918

★ 3.7

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

Death Comes for the Archbishop · 1929

★ 3.8

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

O Pioneers! · 1913

★ 5.5

The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one’s own.

The Professor's House · 1925

★ 6.9