My Antonia Quotes

“That is happiness, to be dissolved into something complete and great. ”
― Willa Cather

“But whenever my consciousness was quickened, all those early friends were quickened within it, and in some strange way they accompanied me through all my new experiences. They were so much alive in me that I scarcely stopped to wonder whether they were alive anywhere else. Or how.”
― Willa Cather, My Ántonia

“Uh, Miss Carlson," I said, standing at her desk after everybody else had gone on to their next class, "somebody told me you went to that guy's funeral the one the highway patrol shot."

"Yes," SHe said. "I did."

She didn't look like she was mad at me about it. She had real long eyelashes. I bet she was good-looking when she was young.

"Was he a relative or something?" That was what I was afraid of.

"No. Not even a friend really." She paused, like she was hunting for the right words. Finally she said, "I read a book once that ended with the words 'the incommunicable past' You can only share the past with someone who's shared it with you. So I can't explain to you what Mark was to me, exactly. I knew him a long time ago.”
― S.E. Hinton, Tex

“I'll come back," I said earnestly, through the soft, intrusive darkness.
"Perhaps you will"- I felt rather than saw her smile. "But even if you don't, you're here, like my father. So I won't be lonesome.”
― Willa Carther

“This is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.”
― Willa Cather, My Ántonia

“Of course it means you are going away from us for good," she said with a sigh. "But that does not mean I'll lose you forever. Look at my papa here; he's been dead all these years, and yet he is more real to me than almost anybody else. He never goes out of my life. I talk to him and consult him all the time. The older I grow, the better I know him and the more I understand him.”
― Willa Carther

“At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.”
― Willa Cather, On Cather's My Antonia