Quotes from book
The Song of the Lark

Name: The Song of the Lark
Author: Willa Cather

The Song of the Lark is the third novel by American author Willa Cather, written in 1915. It is generally considered to be the second novel in Cather's Prairie Trilogy, following O Pioneers! and preceding My Ántonia .

“What was any art but an effort to make a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself — life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose?”

Willa Cather book The Song of the Lark

Part IV, Ch. 3
Sometimes paraphrased: What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself — life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.
The Song of the Lark (1915)

“All the intelligence and talent in the world can't make a singer. The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity. It is a sport, like the silver fox. It happens.”

Willa Cather book The Song of the Lark

Part II, Ch. 6
The Song of the Lark (1915)

“When we look back, the only things we cherish are those which in some way met our original want; the desire which formed in us in early youth, undirected, and of its own accord.”

Willa Cather book The Song of the Lark

Part VI, Ch. 2
The Song of the Lark (1915)

“Nothing is far and nothing is near, if one desires. The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing — desire.”

Willa Cather book The Song of the Lark

Part I, Ch. 11
The Song of the Lark (1915)

“If you love the good thing vitally, enough to give up for it all that one must give up, then you must hate the cheap thing just as hard. I tell you, there is such a thing as creative hate! A contempt that drives you through fire, makes you risk everything and lose everything, makes you a long sight better than you ever knew you could be.”

Willa Cather book The Song of the Lark

Part VI, Ch. 9
The Song of the Lark (1915)

“I tell you there is no such thing as creative hate!”

Willa Cather book The Song of the Lark

Part I, Ch. 9
The Song of the Lark (1915)

“Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness. The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.”

Willa Cather book The Song of the Lark

Part VI, Ch. 11
The Song of the Lark (1915)

“Every artist makes himself born. It is very much harder than the other time, and longer.”

Willa Cather book The Song of the Lark

Part II, Ch. 3
The Song of the Lark (1915)

“The great pines stand at a considerable distance from each other. Each tree grows alone, murmurs alone, thinks alone. They do not intrude upon each other.”

Willa Cather book The Song of the Lark

Part IV, ch. 1
The Song of the Lark (1915)
Context: The great pines stand at a considerable distance from each other. Each tree grows alone, murmurs alone, thinks alone. They do not intrude upon each other. The Navajos are not much in the habit of giving or of asking help. Their language is not a communicative one, and they never attempt an interchange of personality in speech. Over their forests there is the same inexorable reserve. Each tree has its exalted power to bear.

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

Willa Cather book The Song of the Lark

Thea, in Part VI, Ch. 7
The Song of the Lark (1915)
Context: I keep my mind on it. That's the whole trick, in so far as stage experience goes; keeping right there every second. If I think of anything else for a flash, I'm gone, done for. But at the same time, one can take things in — with another part of your brain, maybe. It's different from what you get in study, more practical and conclusive. There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm. You learn the delivery of a part only before an audience.