A Quote by Winifred Holtby

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
There's never been a lack of men willing to die bravely. The trouble is to find a few able to live sensibly.
Some men are willing to die for their faith, but they are not willing to fully live for it. Christ both lived and died for us.
A man must be willing to die for justice. Death is an inescapable reality and men die daily, but good deeds live forever.
It is easier to find men who will volunteer to die, than to find those who are willing to endure pain with patience.
Married men live longer than single men. But married men are a lot more willing to die.
It is easier to die bravely than to live so.
Love bravely, live bravely, be courageous; there's really nothing to lose.
All men die. Only a few ever live.
We cannot live on probabilities. The faith in which we can live bravely and die in peace must be a certainty, so far as it professes to be a faith at all, or it is nothing.
Part of the American dream is to live long and die young. Only those Americans who are willing to die for their country are fit to live.
Death is every man's final critic. To die well you must live bravely.
Americans are willing to go to enormous trouble and expense defending their principles with arms, very little trouble and expense advocating them with words. Temperamentally we are ready to die for certain principles (or, in the case of overripe adults, send youngsters to die), but we show little inclination to advertise the reasons for dying.
I've never been passionate about acting, and I find more and more that I work to live the life I want to live. [...] There's something about the detachment I have, the feeling of the lack of importance about what I do, that is healthy.
A whole big, giant world full of men. Men with blue eyes. Brown eyes. Green eyes. And indescribable shades in between. Tall men. Short men. Skinny men. Built men. And all combinations thereof. Nice men (so I've heard, but never really seen). Mean men. Decent men, indecent. And who knows which is the best kind to have, to hold, to love? I'd say, with so many men in the world, it would pay to sample a few. Scratch that. More than a few. Lots and lots. And then a few more. And maybe, after years of research, you might find one worth not throwing back. But hey, the fun is in the fishing.
The utilitarian behaves sensibly in all that is required for preservation but never takes account of the fact that he must die... His whole life is absorbed in avoiding death, which is inevitable, and therefore he might be thought to be the most irrational of men, if rationality has anything to do with understanding ends or comprehending the human situation as such.
The most dangerous man on earth is the man who has reckoned with his own death. All men die; few men ever really live.
Thou shalt understand that it is a science most profitable, and passing all other sciences, for to learn to die. For a man to know that he shall die, that is common to all men; as much as there is no man that may ever live or he hath hope or trust thereof; but thou shalt find full few that hath this cunning to learn to die. I shall give thee the mystery of this doctrine; the which shall profit thee greatly to the beginning of ghostly health, and to a stable fundamental of all virtues.
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