Rebecca West
Rebecca West
Dame Cicely Isabel Fairfield DBE, known as Rebecca West, or Dame Rebecca West, was a British author, journalist, literary critic and travel writer. An author who wrote in many genres, West reviewed books for The Times, the New York Herald Tribune, the Sunday Telegraph, and the New Republic, and she was a correspondent for The Bookman. Her major works include Black Lamb and Grey Falcon, on the history and culture of Yugoslavia; A Train of Powder, her coverage of the...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionActivist
Date of Birth21 December 1892
CountryIreland
I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.
I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat.
Existence in itself, taken at its least miraculous, is a miracle.
The trouble about man is twofold. He cannot learn truths which are too complicated; he forgets truths which are too simple.
The earth itself is slightly resistant to routine.
The American struggle for the vote was much more difficult than the English for the simple reason that it was much more easy.
The Portrait of a Lady is entirely successful in giving one the sense of having met somebody far too radiantly good for this world.
I find to my astonishment that an unhappy marriage goes on being unhappy when it is over.
The word 'idiot' comes from a Greek root meaning private person. Idiocy is the female defect: intent on their private lives, women follow their fate through a darkness deep as that cast by malformed cells in the brain. It is no worse than the male defect, which is lunacy: men are so obsessed by public affairs that they see the world as by moonlight, which shows the outlines of every object but not the details indicative of their nature.
Good God enlighten us! Which of these two belongs to the sterner sex - the man who sits in Whitehall all his life on a comfortable salary, or the woman who has to keep her teeth bared lest she has her meatless bone of 17s. 4d. a week snatched away from her and who has to produce the next generation on her off-days?
In these pages your imaginations, your desires, your passions are given life; Thoughts take shape that turn into dreams and our aspirations all start with a dream. Reading is where those dreams really can come true over and over again.
It is not possible that a just God should forgive people who are wicked because another person who was good endured agony by being nailed to a cross.
Like all bad drivers, he thought he was the best driver in the world. [husband Henry Andrews]
Unfortunately, all gatherings convened for the betterment of the human lot show a tendency to gas themselves, and not with laughing-gas either.