Shadows on the Rock Quotes

“Only solitary men know the full joys of friendship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile his friends are everything.”
― Willa Cather, Shadows on the Rock

“Schools are not meant to make boys happy, Cécile, but to teach them to do without happiness.”
― Willa Cather, Shadows on the Rock

“Once giving way to tears, she wept bitterly for all that she had lost, and all that she must lose so soon. Her mother had had the courage to leave everything she loved and to come out here with her father; she in turn ought to show just that same courage about going back, but she could not find it in her heart.”
― Willa Cather, Shadows on the Rock

“To be sure, the Bishop was a little theatrical in his humility, as he had been in his grandeur; but that was his way, Auclair reflected, and, after all, nobody can help his way. If a man admits his mistakes, that is a great deal...”
― Willa Cather, Shadows on the Rock

“The glorious transmutation of autumn had come on: all the vast Canadian shores were clothed with a splendour never seen in France; to which all the pageants of all the kings were as a taper to the sun.”
― Willa Cather, Shadows on the Rock

“One is best in one's own country.”
― Willa Cather, Shadows on the Rock

“These coppers, big and little, these brooms and clouts and brushes, were tools; and with them one made, not shoes or cabinet-work, but life itself. One made a climate within a climate; one made the days,--the complexion, the special flavour, the special happiness of each day as it passed; one made life.”
― Willa Cather, Shadows on the Rock

“Then you do not believe in progress?" "Change is not always progress, Monseigneur.”
― Willa Cather, Shadows on the Rock

“Most beautiful of all was the tarnished gold of the elms, with a little brown in it, a little bronze, a little blue, even-- a blue like amethyst, which made them melt into the azure haze with a kind of happiness, a harmony of mood that filled the air with content.”
― Willa Cather, Shadows on the Rock

“The mind, too, has a kind of blood; in common speech we call it hope.”
― Willa Cather, Shadows on the Rock

“You must pray for him, my child. It is to such as he that our Blessed Mother comes nearest.”
― Willa Cather , Shadows on the Rock

“The Count himself was ready to die, and he would be glad to die here alone, without pretence and mockery, with no troop of expectant relatives about his bed. The world was not what he had thought it at twenty-- or even at forty.”
― Willa Cather, Shadows on the Rock

“By the time they had called at the baker's and climbed to the top of Cap Diamant, the sun, dropping with incredible quickness, had already disappeared. They sat down in the blue twilight to eat their bread and await the turbid afterglow which is peculiar to Quebec in autumn; the slow, rich, prolonged flowing-back of crimson across the sky, after the sun has sunk behind the dark ridges of the west. Because of the haze in the air the colour seems thick, like a heavy liquid, welling up wave after wave, a substance that throbs, rather than a light.”
― Willa Cather, Shadows on the Rock

“The Law is to protect property, and it thinks too much of property. A couple of brass pots, an old saddle, are reckoned worth more than a poor man’s life.”
― Willa Cather, Shadows on the Rock

“When an adventurer carries his gods with him into a remote and savage country, the colony he founds will, from the beginning, have graces, traditions, riches of the mind and spirit. Its history will shine with bright incidents, slight, perhaps, but precious, as in life itself, where the great matters are often as worthless as astronomical distances, and the trifles dear as the heart's blood.”
― Willa Cather, Shadows on the Rock

“All the early explorers wrote with much feeling about these balmy odours that blew out from the Canadian shores – nothing else seemed to stir their imagination so much. That fragrance is really the aromatic breath of spruce and pine, given out under the hot sun of noonday, but the early navigators believed it was the smell of luscious unknown fruits, wafted out to sea.”
― Willa Cather, Shadows on the Rock

“It was in January. A light, sticky snow had fallen irresolutely, at intervals, all day. Toward evening the weather changed; the sun emerged, just sinking over the great pine forest to the west, hung there, an angry ball, and all the snow-covered rock blazed in orange fire. The sun became a half-circle, then a mere red eyebrow, then dropped behind the forest, leaving the air clear blue, and much colder, with a pale lemon moon riding high overhead. There was no wind, it was a night of still moonlight, and within an hour after sunset the wet snow had frozen fast over roofs and spires and trees. Everything on the rock was sheathed in glittering white ice. It was a sight to stir the dullest blood.”
― Willa Cather, Shadows on the Rock