The things that one most wants to do are the things that are probably most worth doing. — Winifred Holtby Copy Share Image
Love needs the stiffening of respect, the give and take of equality. — Winifred Holtby Equality Copy Share Image
The crown of life is neither happiness nor annihilation; it is understanding. — Winifred Holtby Annihilation Copy Share Image
“You said that death was not the end; most true. Death was not stronger than my love for you. But since sweet… — Winifred Holtby Death Copy Share Image
Most gay, conversational, careless, lovely city ... where one drinks golden Tokay until one feels most beautiful, and warm and loved -… — Winifred Holtby Beautiful Copy Share Image
All adventuring is rash, and all innovations dangerous. But not nearly so dangerous as stagnation and dry rot. From grooves, cliques, clichés… — Winifred Holtby Adventuring Copy Share Image
If you are rich, you have lovely cars, and jars full of flowers, and books in rows, and a wireless, and the… — Winifred Holtby Book Copy Share Image
These are they whose youth was violently severed by war and death; a word on the telephone, a scribbled line on paper,… — Winifred Holtby Copy Share Image
I like a bit of color myself, I must say. At my time of life, if you wear nothing but black, people… — Winifred Holtby Copy Share Image
I would, if I could, always feed to music. The singularly graceless action of thus filling one's body with roots and dead… — Winifred Holtby Action Copy Share Image
we are so little, so ignorant, so feeble an infant race crawling on a planet between immensities we haven't even begun to… — Winifred Holtby Copy Share Image
The world, with all its beauty and adventure, its richness and variety, is darkened by cruelty. Death, if it ends the loveliness,… — Winifred Holtby Adventure Copy Share Image
“Lydia delighted her. The girl's roughness, her ability, her exuberance, were qualities desired by Sarah for her children. You could make something… — Winifred Holtby Children Copy Share Image
The greatest mercy, I have often thought, of the Mediterranean coast lies in its mosquitoes. Did we not suffer from their unwelcome… — Winifred Holtby Attention Copy Share Image
the damned book I am writing is like the driveling of a weak-kneed sea calf. If I were sufficiently strong minded, I… — Winifred Holtby Book Copy Share Image
I can't think why I was cursed with this inordinate desire to write, if the high gods weren't going to give me… — Winifred Holtby Copy Share Image
This alone is to be feared - the closed mind, the sleeping imagination, the death of the spirit. The death of the… — Winifred Holtby Body Copy Share Image
Why, why, when one writes, does a sort of shackle bind one's imagination? I become conscious of a deadening mediocrity, perhaps a… — Winifred Holtby Copy Share Image
“Fill your tall goblets with white wine and red, And sing brave songs of gallant love and true, Wearing soft robes of… — Winifred Holtby Love Copy Share Image
I am much perturbed by this business of sickness. Our bodies seem so easily to leap into the saddle where our minds… — Winifred Holtby Body Copy Share Image
When a person that one loves is in the world and alive and well, and pleased to be in the world, then… — Winifred Holtby Alive Copy Share Image
Nature is not silent, and never was a name more derisively inappropriate than when we speak of these non-human creatures who hoot… — Winifred Holtby Animal Copy Share Image
We each live in a private, distorted, individual world - stars turning in space, warmed for a moment by each other's light,… — Winifred Holtby Astronomy Copy Share Image
Progress? It ought to be stopped, that's what I say. If the Lord meant chickens to come out of incubators he'd never… — Winifred Holtby Change Copy Share Image
