“and now the old story has begun to write itself over there … 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.” - o pioneers!, willa cather
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“the heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one’s own.” - the professor’s house, willa cather
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“my dear,” he sighed … “it’s been a mistake, our having a family and writing histories and getting middle-aged. we should have been picturesquely ship-wrecked together when we were young.” - the professor’s house, willa cather
“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.” - o pioneers, willa cather
“oh, my dear, all is vanity!” - the professor’s house, willa cather
“i will do this dazzling, this beautiful, this utterly impossible thing!” - the professor’s house, willa cather
