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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d5a6855 | Never do anything in relationship out of a sense of obligation. Do whatever you do out of a sense of the glorious opportunity your relationship affords you to decide, and to be, Who You Really Are. | Neale Donald Walsch | ||
| 05c1045 | There are no coincidences in the universe. | Neale Donald Walsch | ||
| 2ceb765 | Indeed, the Master knows intuitively that passion is the path. It is the way to Self realization. Even in earthly terms it can be fairly said that if you have a passion for nothing, you have no life at all. | Neale Donald Walsch | ||
| 6895089 | Happiness is for those who don't really need it. So I can live without happiness. | Bono | ||
| 075a85f | The reason I like the game chess is because each move has countless repercussions, but you're in charge of them. And it's your ability to see into the future and the effects of the decisions you've made that males you either a good or not a good chess player. It's not luck. | decisions luck | Bono | |
| d37ac81 | True art, when it happens to us, challenges the 'I' that we are. A love-parallel would be just; falling in love challenges the reality to which we lay claim, part of the pleasure of love and part of its terror, is the world turned upside down. We want and we don't want, the cutting edge, the upset, the new views. Mostly we work hard at taming our emotional environment just as we work hard at taming our aesthetic environment. We already have.. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 2e52dd6 | The baby explodes into an unknown world that is only knowable through some kind of a story - of course that is how we all live, it's the narrative of our lives, but adoption drops you into the story after it has started. It's like reading a book with the first few pages missing. It's like arriving after curtain up. The feeling that something is missing never, ever leaves you - and it can't, and it shouldn't, because something is missing. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 138536a | I needed words because unhappy families are conspiracies of silence. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 74828c6 | I was happy but happy is an adult word. You don't have to ask a child about being happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not. Talking about it is the same as trying to catch the wind. Much easier to let it blow all over you. This is when I disagree with the philosophers. They talk about passionate things but there is no passion in them. Never talk happiness with a philosopher. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 36ef35c | Woolf worried about the childlessness from time to time, and suffered from the imposed anxiety that she was not, unlike her friend Vita Sackville-West, a real woman. I do not know what kind of woman one would have to be to stand unflinchingly in front of The Canon, but I would guess, a real one. There is something sadistic in the whip laid on women to prove themselves as mothers and wives at the same time as making their way as artists. The.. | virginia-woolf women writing | Jeanette Winterson | |
| fa266a6 | Children do not find fault with their parents until later. In the beginning, the love you get is the love that sets. | family faults love parents | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 7acf8db | He did not say so, but the words behind the words told me that he would rather have launched me into a good marriage than watch me row against the tide at my own work. It remains that a woman with an incomplete emotional life has herself to blame, while a man with no time for his heart just needs a wife. | work work-life-balance | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 61e6db7 | St Paul said it is better to marry than to burn, but my mother taught me it is better to burn than to marry. She wanted to be a nun. She hoped I would be a priest and saved to give me an education while my friends plaited rope and trailed after the plough. I can't be a priest because although my heart is as loud as hers I can pretend no answering riot. I have shouted to God and the Virgin, but they have not shouted back and I'm not interest.. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| f23ae7f | Physics, mathematics, music, painting, my politics, my love for you, my work, the star-dust of my body, the spirit that impels it, clocks diurnal, time perpetual, the roll, rough, tender, swamping, liberating, breathing, moving, thinking nature, human nature and the cosmos are patterned together. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 13f80da | She looked at me. There was a second the kind that holds the whole world ... | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 1836609 | When love is unreliable and you are a child, you assume that it is the nature of love -- its quality -- to be unreliable. Children do not find fault with their parents until later. In the beginning the love you get is the love that sets. | parental-love | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 263a9f6 | I was in danger of drowning, and nobody lost at sea worries about whether the spar they cling to is made of elm or oak. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| a6b68a9 | It is better to know it. Better to know who you are, and what lies in you, what you could do, might do, under extreme provocation. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 70df673 | He was always a little boy, and I am upset that I didn't look after him, upset that there are so many kids who never get looked after, and so they can't grow up. They can get older, but they can't grow up. That takes love. If you are lucky the love will come later. If you are lucky you won't hit love in the face. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 2643a29 | It is never too late to learn to love. But it is frightening. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 43110dd | I have written about love obsessively, forensically, and I know/knew it as the highest value. I loved God of course, in the early days, and God loved me. That was something. And I loved animals and nature. And poetry. People were the problem. How do you love another person? How do you trust another person to love you? | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 3b4b292 | It takes much longer to leave the psychic place than the physical place." (p.120)" | truth-telling | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 9d940b1 | I am not a fan of supermarkets and I hate shopping there, even for things I can't get elsewhere, like cat food and bin bags. A big part of my dislike of them is the loss of vivid life. The dull apathy of existence now isn't just boring jobs and boring TV; it is the loss of vivid life on the streets; the gossip, the encounters, the heaving messy noise that made room for everyone, money or not. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 9b95db8 | The woman tried to teach Winnet her language, and Winnet learned the words but not the language. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| a6710ce | There is always a city. There is always a civilization. There is always a barbarian with a pickaxe. Sometimes you are the city, sometimes you are the civilization, but to become that city, that civilization, you once took a pickaxe and destroyed what you hated, and what you hated is what you did not understand. | civilization history | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 5f592a3 | Love, they say, enslaves and passion is a demon and many have been lost for love. i know this is true, but I know too that without love we grope in the tunnels of our lives and never see the sun. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 0cf4398 | I am sure that if we can find reconciliation with our past - whether parents, partners or friends - we should try and do that. It won't be perfect, it will be a compromise . . . but it might mean acceptance and, the big word, forgiveness. | forgiveness reconciliation | Jeanette Winterson | |
| ffcfaeb | In the modern world there was so much safety that safety had become the chief source of danger. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 0d81b1a | On the banks of the Euphrates find a secret garden cunningly walled. There is an entrance, but the entrance is guarded. There is no way in for you. Inside you will find every plant that grows growing circular-wise like a target. Close to the heart is a sundial and at the heart an orange tree. This fruit has tripped up athletes while others have healed their wounds. All true quests end in this garden, where the split fruit pours forth blood .. | purpose | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 1cff9ed | History is a hammock for swinging and a game for playing. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 1695568 | Saddest of all are the woman who were brought up to believe that self-sacrifice is the highest female virtue. | feminism jeanette-winterson | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 15c6dc3 | A precise emotion seeks a precise expression. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 242bbc6 | Travellers at least have a choice. Those who set sail know that things will not be the same as at home. Explorers are prepared. But for us, who travel along the blood vessels, who come to the cities of the interior by chance, there is no preparation. We who were fluent find life is a foreign language. Somewhere between the swamp and the mountains. Somewhere between fear and sex. Somewhere between God and the Devil passion is and the way the.. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 3baf9b0 | Walk with me, memory to memory, the shared path, the mutual view. Walk with me. The past lies in wait. It is not behind. It seems to be in front. How else could it trip me as as I start to run? | loss love memories nostalgia past trip | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 744cd01 | The mystics and the churchmen talk about throwing off his body and its desires, being no longer a slave to the flesh. They don't say that through the flesh we are set free. That our desire for another will lift us out of ourselves more cleanly than anything divine. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 4b2283f | Old habits never die. And when you've once been in the business of granting wishes, the impulse never quite leaves you | Joanne Harris | ||
| ebee6c8 | At such times I feel I could die for love of her, my little stranger, my heart swelling dangerously so that the only release is to run too, my red coat flapping around my shoulders like wings, my hair a comet's tail in the patchy blue sky. | Joanne Harris | ||
| ec13e72 | You see, I do believe in miracles. I, who have passed through fire. I do believe. | Joanne Harris | ||
| cf6b567 | Most adults assume that the feelings of adolescence don't count, somehow, and that those searing passions of rage and hate and embarrassment and horror and hopeless, abject love are something your grow out of, something hormonal, a practice run for the Real Thing. It wasn't. At 13 *everything* counts; there are sharp edges on everything, and all of them cut. | Joanne Harris | ||
| 51654e1 | If I'm going to die today, the least I can do is look fabulous while I'm doing it. | Joanne Harris | ||
| fbaf76e | The battle of good and evil reduced to a fat woman standing in front of a chocolate shop, saying, Will I? Won't I? in pitiful indecision. | good | Joanne Harris | |
| 916222e | Odin's empire was built on bluff and the knowledge that no one dared to strike, but our enemies were like wolves around a bonfire: at bay, but let them scent blood, just once, and they'd be on us before we knew it. | Joanne M. Harris | ||
| 96441d3 | And yes,I was fabulous. | loki | Joanne Harris | |
| c897522 | From a certain height, everyone looks the same - men, women, villains, kings - as if rank and fortune were simply an accident of perspective. | Joanne Harris |