But questioning does not mean the end of loving, and loving does not mean the abnegation of intelligence — Winifred Holtby Copy Share Image
Question everyone in authority, and see that you get sensible answers to your questions ... questioning does not mean the end of loving, and loving does not mean the abnegation of intelligence. Vow as much love to your country as… — Winifred Holtby Copy Share Image
it is the brevity of life which makes it tolerable; its experiences have value because they have an end. — Winifred Holtby Copy Share
You are quite, quite wrong if you think that ... I find your happiness painful. What matters is that happiness - the golden day… — Winifred Holtby Copy Share
Sorrow and frustration have their power. The world is moved by people with great discontents. Happiness is a drug. It can make men blind… — Winifred Holtby Copy Share
There's never been a lack of men willing to die bravely. The trouble is to find a few able to live sensibly. — Winifred Holtby Copy Share
I advise nobody to drown sorrow in cocoa. It is bad for the figure and it does not alleviate the sorrow. — Winifred Holtby Copy Share
The crown of life is neither happiness nor annihilation; it is understanding. — Winifred Holtby Copy Share
public work brings a vicarious but assured sense of immortality. We may be poor, weak, timid, in debt to our landlady, bullied by our… — Winifred Holtby Copy Share
I can't think why I was cursed with this inordinate desire to write, if the high gods weren't going to give me some more… — Winifred Holtby Copy Share
If you are rich, you have lovely cars, and jars full of flowers, and books in rows, and a wireless, and the best sort… — Winifred Holtby Copy Share
What with the reviews of critics, the sarcasms of one's friends, the reproaches of one's own taste, there's precious little peace after publishing a… — Winifred Holtby Copy Share
If we haven't a grouch against Fortune, we seem unable to avoid one against ourselves. — Winifred Holtby Copy Share
The world, with all its beauty and adventure, its richness and variety, is darkened by cruelty. Death, if it ends the loveliness, the adventure,… — Winifred Holtby Copy Share
