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 · My Ántonia
Comfort & remembrance
“At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something…”
- Author
- Willa Cather
- Work
- My Ántonia
- Year
- 1918
- Length
- 25 words
- Source
- Project Gutenberg eBook #242
Public domain. This passage is in the public domain. Willa Cather died in 1947, more than 70 years ago, and the work was first published in 1918. You can copy, print, read aloud or sell it without asking permission; a credit is kind but not required. The text is copied word for word from the Project Gutenberg edition linked here.
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