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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b129d8a | Why do some people, take Christ, for example, seem to hear more of Your communication than others? Because some people are willing to actually listen. They are willing to hear, and they are willing to remain open to the communication even when it seems scary, or crazy, or downright wrong. We should listen to God even when what's being said seems wrong? Especially when it seems wrong. If you think you are right about everything, who needs to.. | Neale Donald Walsch | ||
| c30832c | The spirit of that human you call Jesus was not of this Earth. That spirit simply filled a human body, allowed itself to learn as a child, become a man, and self-realized. He was not the only one to have done this. All spirits are "not of this Earth." All souls come from another realm, then enter the body. Yet not all souls self-realize in a particular "lifetime." Jesus did. He was a highly evolved being (what some of you have called a god).. | Neale Donald Walsch | ||
| 6a791d4 | See the flower as dying and you will see the flower sadly. Yet see the flower as part of a whole tree that is changing, and will soon bear fruit, and you see the flower's true beauty. When you understand that the blossoming and the falling away of the flower is a sign that the tree is ready to bear fruit, then you understand life. | Neale Donald Walsch | ||
| f398928 | Always remember, you are not the flower, nor are you even the fruit. You are the tree. And your roots are deep, embedded in Me. I am the soil from which you have sprung, and both your blossoms and your fruit will return to Me, creating more rich soil. Thus, life begets life, and cannot know death, ever. | Neale Donald Walsch | ||
| 1579a35 | Perspective is the most powerful element in the process of reality creation. | Neale Donald Walsch | ||
| ec595ba | Little girls don't stay little forever, Kyle Stephens said. They turn into strong women who return to destroy your world. | Chanel Miller | ||
| f511e50 | I think that the camera loves peopke who...loathe the camera (Bono) | Bono | ||
| f4f73b2 | I think the time that I knew that I was capable of all the things that I disliked the most in other people was, oddly enough, one of the most joyful moments: when our first child was born. And I just felt this love for this beautiful little girl who was so fragile and so vulnerable. Some point around that week, I started to understand why wars were fought. I started to understand why people were capable of cruelty in order to protect themse.. | fury love protection | Michka Assayas | |
| 606b916 | I think cynicism often disguises itself as humour. | humour | Michka Assayas | |
| ef69d32 | When I had no books and had to learn everything I needed off by heart, and when I had to hide what books I had, I promised myself a library filled with the best editions I could afford. I have it now. Books bought out of books. A red room with deep chairs and a fireplace lit. Books of every kind, but no paperbacks, and certain shelves where First Editions are. This is not my study, where there are plenty of paperbacks, it is a contemplative.. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 99aa1c8 | And our madness-measure is always changing. Probably we are less tolerant of madness now than at any period in history. There is no place for it. Crucially, there is no time for it. Going mad takes time. Getting sane takes time. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| e629153 | And I thought of us, years and years later, you and I, in Paris, and how you seemed to be saying we had every choice, every chance. You acted as though you were free, but you were a ransom note. I paid to watch. I watched your fingers, your red mouth. I watched you undress. I didn't see you go. Later I was still paying and I never counted the cost. You were worth it. Again and again you were worth it. My heart has unlimited funds. Draw on t.. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 37f5bd9 | moss that is concentrating on being green. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| ccab2f3 | And here's the shock -- when you risk it, when you do the right thing, when you arrive at the borders of common sense and cross into unknown territory, leaving behind you all the familiar smells and lights, you do not experience great joy and huge energy. You are unhappy. Things get worse. It is a time of mourning. Loss. Fear. We bullet ourselves through with questions. And then we feel shot and wounded. And then all the cowards come out an.. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 6886fb5 | I broke his Bible box into bits and lit a fire and laid his body beside it and felt where the bones were broken in his back and chest and legs and licked the blood from his mouth and tried to give him my breath and I would have given him one of my legs and one of my arms and one of my kidneys and half of my liver and four pints of my blood and all easy for I had already given him my heart. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 89d9ff9 | The hard-bound space hides the vulnerable self. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| de86795 | Love me Sophia, in my foolishness, love my words and not my mortal remains. be tidal to me in the constancy of change. Break over me where I feel most safe, be a shore to me, when I fear I am a wave in the water, endlessly slipping away. Lift me up like a shell from the beach, now empty, now full. Lift me up and there are still songs. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 277335c | I need the dark places to get outside of common sense | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 34e8802 | Perhaps it is true that the world is made new again every day but our minds are not. The clamp that holds me will not let me go. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 7031451 | All the familiar things were getting different meanings. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| afc26d2 | Only humans can know what it means to strip a human being of being human. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 4596cf5 | Ne sachant quoi lire ni dans quel ordre, j'ai suivi l'alphabet. Dieu merci, elle s'appelait Austen... | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 2451d20 | I had thought about everything carefully before I had agreed to him. I had made every preparation, every calculation, except for those two essentials that could not be calculated; his heart and mine. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 75ac1a8 | I am an ambitious writer - I don't see the point of being anything, no, not anything at all, if you have no ambition for it. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 1e4c4ab | At bed-time I went into my room and put out the light. I didn't get undressed. I lay on my bed and looked out of the window at the stars. I read in a book that the stars can take you anywhere. I've never wanted to be an astronaut because of the helmets. If I were up there on the moon, or by the Milky Way, I'd want to feel the stars round my head. I'd want them in my hair the way they are in paintings of the gods. I'd want my whole body to f.. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| e16e1f3 | And the people I have hurt, the mistakes I have made, the damage to myself and others, wasn't poor judgement; it was the place where love had hardened into loss. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 78bf650 | I was not so sure but too tired and too relieved to go further that night. To reach one another again had been far enough. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| d958135 | Hardship is a man-made device because man cannot exist without passion. Religion is somewhere between fear and sex. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 2147c18 | I have sometimes sacrificed freedom in order to belong, but more often I have given up all hope of belonging. | freedom | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 9bb57ef | My mother has often been labelled as strange but that's because she says things that people can't possibly believe. Mostly she's right. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 8b3b44d | Mrs. Winterson didn't want her body resurrected because she had never, ever loved it, not even for a single minute of a single day But although she believed in End Time, she felt that the bodily resurrection was unscientific. When I asked her about this she told me she had seen Pathe newsreels of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and she knew all about Robert Oppenheimer and the Manhattan Project. She had lived through the war. Her brother had been i.. | jeanette-winterson | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 88c3e60 | Mrs. Winterson did not have a soothing personality. Ask for reassurance and it would never come. I never asked her if she loved me. She loved me on those days when she was able to love. I really believe that is the best she could do. | parental-love | Jeanette Winterson | |
| a591d53 | When you are a solitary kid you find an imaginary friend. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| d1cf93f | Manchester is in the south of the north of England. Its spirit has a contrariness in it -- a south and north bound up together -- at once untamed and unmetropolitan; at the same time, connected and wordly. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 6862eae | I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me. | jeanette winterson | ||
| 4306c9f | I sat at the back, listening to the music or mumbling through the service. I'm never tempted by God but I like his trappings. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 917af03 | It was very bad for me that my deafness happened at around the same time as I discovered my clitoris. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| fc2df99 | St. Paul said it is better to marry than to burn, but my mother taught me it is better to burn than to marry. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 9497481 | If someone liked me, I waited until she was off guard, and then I told her I didn't want to be her friend any more. I watched the confusion and upset. The tears. Then I ran off, triumphantly in control, and very fast the triumph and the control leaked away, and then I cried and cried, because I had put myself on the outside again, on the doorstep again, where I didn't want to be. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| b75ea13 | The unknownness of my needs frightens me. I do not know how huge they are, or how high they are, I only know that they are not being met. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 68faf0d | Yes. Just pass me my leg will you? It's on top of the wardrobe where he threw it, and I think my right arm is leaning over by the wall. My head is in the gas oven but it will probably be all right, I'm told that green colour wears off. Unfortunately I threw my heart to the dogs. Never mind. No one will notice how much is missing from the inside, will they? | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| fe2b190 | My mother had painted the white roses red and now she claimed they grew that way. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 10e3174 | There is talk in the village that there is more in these sewers than sewerage. Yes, I say, Yes. But not only these sewers. There is more in your heart than can be spoken. More in your eyes than you will tell. More in the mind of you than anyone can know. More in the night than darkness. More in the river than can be dredged. What more ? The hate, envy, malice, greed, stupidity and evil that lie under the floor of everything. If I have secre.. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 8150fdb | When I was born, my mother dressed me as a boy because she could not afford to feed any more daughters. By the mystic laws of gender and economics, it ruins a peasant to place half a bowl of figs in front of his daughter, while his son may gorge on the whole tree, burn it for firewood and piss on the stump, and still be reckoned a blessing to his father. | gender sons | Jeanette Winterson |