Winifred Holtby
Winifred Holtby
Winifred Holtbywas an English novelist and journalist, now best known for her novel South Riding, which was posthumously published in 1936...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth23 June 1898
peace men able
There's never been a lack of men willing to die bravely. The trouble is to find a few able to live sensibly.
progress too-much deals
Progress. There's a good deal too much o' this progress about nowadays, an', what's more, it'll have to stop.
voice opinion lecturer
the ruder lecturers are, and the louder their voices, the more converts they make to their opinions.
innovation dry lord
All adventuring is rash, and all innovations dangerous. But not nearly so dangerous as stagnation and dry rot. From grooves, cliques, clichés and resignation - Good Lord deliver us!
life-is-good equality men
Surely, if life is good, it is good throughout its substance; we cannot separate men's activities from women's and say, these are worthy of praise and these unworthy ...
independent passion two
it is better to take experience, to suffer, to love, and to remember than to walk unscathed between the fires. I've had most immunities myself - the result of an independent income combined with a personality completely devoid of sexual attractions - the two fires of poverty and passion have therefore never burned me, and I am a lesser person for my safety.
chocolate sorrow doe
I advise nobody to drown sorrow in cocoa. It is bad for the figure and it does not alleviate the sorrow.
travel lying holiday
The greatest mercy, I have often thought, of the Mediterranean coast lies in its mosquitoes. Did we not suffer from their unwelcome attention, we could not bear our holidays to end.
flower book car
If you are rich, you have lovely cars, and jars full of flowers, and books in rows, and a wireless, and the best sort of gramophone and meringues for supper.
grief writing stories
But to write - that is grief and labor; and to read what one has written - how unlike the story as one saw it; how dull, how spirtless - that is enough to send one weeping to bed.
fortune grouches seems
If we haven't a grouch against Fortune, we seem unable to avoid one against ourselves.
summer laughter stupid
I find you in all small and lovely things; in the little fishes like flames in the green water, in the furred and stupid softness of bumble-bees fat as laughter, in all the chiming radiance of warmth and light and scent in the summer garden.
change progress hens
Progress? It ought to be stopped, that's what I say. If the Lord meant chickens to come out of incubators he'd never have made hens, it stands to reason.
tragedy nuisance
Everybody's tragedy is somebody's nuisance.