Willa Cather Quote

The years seemed to stretch before her like the land: spring, summer, autumn, winter, spring; always the same patient fields, the patient little trees, the patient lives; always the same yearning; the same pulling at the chain — until the instinct to live had torn itself and bled and weakened for the last time, until the chain secured a dead woman, who might cautiously be released.

Part IV, Ch. 5 - O Pioneers! (1913)

The years seemed to stretch before her like the land: spring, summer, autumn, winter, spring; always the same patient fields, the patient little...

The years seemed to stretch before her like the land: spring, summer, autumn, winter, spring; always the same patient fields, the patient little...

The years seemed to stretch before her like the land: spring, summer, autumn, winter, spring; always the same patient fields, the patient little...

The years seemed to stretch before her like the land: spring, summer, autumn, winter, spring; always the same patient fields, the patient little...