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
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
We're so busy resigning ourselves to the inevitable that we don't even ask if it is inevitable. We've got to have courage,… — Winifred Holtby Break 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 Bits Copy Share Image
it is better to take experience, to suffer, to love, and to remember than to walk unscathed between the fires. I've had… — Winifred Holtby Attraction Copy Share Image
no truth is strong enough to defeat a well-established legend. — Winifred Holtby Defeat 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 Break 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 Absolute Copy Share Image
Is this the final treachery of time, that the old become a burden upon the young? — Winifred Holtby Age 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
“For she was clever. It had not been a lie then, that ecstasy which had visited her when she read A Midsummer… — Winifred Holtby Last summer Copy Share Image
