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
ends brevity-of-life tolerable
it is the brevity of life which makes it tolerable; its experiences have value because they have an end.
happiness frustration reality
Sorrow and frustration have their power. The world is moved by people with great discontents. Happiness is a drug. It can make men blind and deaf and insensible to reality. There are times when only sorrow can give to sorrow.
inspirational-life understanding crowns
The crown of life is neither happiness nor annihilation; it is understanding.
fate men water
Life flows on over death as water closes over a stone dropped into a pool. ... Fate is certain; death is certain; but the courage and nobility of men and women matter more than these.
hard-work fierce
I am fierce for work. Without work I am nothing.
time enemy betray
Oh, time betrays us. Time is the great enemy ...
adventure balance world
The world, with all its beauty and adventure, its richness and variety, is darkened by cruelty. Death, if it ends the loveliness, the adventure, ends also that. Death balances the picture.
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.
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 ...
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.
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.