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
built death fortress future line lives safety violently war whose word youth
These are they whose youth was violently severed by war and death; a word on the telephone, a scribbled line on paper, and their future ceased. They have built up their lives again, but their safety is not absolute, their fortress not impregnable.
dream want
The things that one most wants to do are the things that are probably most worth doing.
time age finals
Is this the final treachery of time, that the old become a burden upon the young?
tragedy nuisance
Everybody's tragedy is somebody's nuisance.
teacher teaching government
Teachers have power. We may cripple them by petty economics; by Government regulations, by the foolish criticism of an uninformed press; but their power exists for good or evil ...
suicide grief youth
Youth knows no remedy for grief but death.
voice opinion lecturer
the ruder lecturers are, and the louder their voices, the more converts they make to their opinions.
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.
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.
golf civilization defects
[On golf:] One of the most distressing defects of civilization.
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.
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.
war
Those who prepare for war get it.
pain love-is missing
When a person that one loves is in the world and alive and well, and pleased to be in the world, then to miss them is only a new flavor, a salt sharpness in experience. It is when the beloved is unhappy or maimed or troubled that one misses with pain.