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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4308f5c | Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it."' That's from the Song of Solomon. We sing what we know." | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| a528daa | Analogies fail, but I am capable of behaving like an eight-armed cephalopod while protesting the innocence of my two hands on the table. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 5ad7d03 | A book is a magic carpet that flies you off elsewhere. A book is a door. You open it. You step through. Do you come back? | heartbreaking | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 8c3a237 | Bridges join but they also separate. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 7ef791e | He doesn't take a photo or a video because he wants to remember -- by which he means he wants to misremember because the moment is made up of what the camera can't capture. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 1218180 | To escape from the weight of the world, I leave my body where it is, in conversation or at dinner, and walk through a series of winding streets to a house standing back from the road. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| bea18b7 | When I sing the dogs sit quiet and people who pass in the night stop their jabbering and discontent and think of other times, when they were happy. And I sing of other times, when I was happy, though I know that these are figments of my mind and nowhere I have ever been. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| d5a7922 | The missingness of the missing. We know what that feels like. Every endeavor, every kiss, every stab in the heart, every letter home, every leaving, is a ransack of what's in front of us in the service of what's lost. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 81d8926 | Look up. This is the season of shooting stars. Light, two thousand years old, still dazzling. Let me see your face. Your face lit up by twenty centuries. | jeanette-winterson literature | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 48b2d59 | Happy is an adult word. You don't have to ask a child about 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. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| c87dba2 | There are valleys that lead to the bottom of the world, so it seems, but what world is that? The universe has no sides, no end, can't be mapped. Enough to make a man talk about God, make a man superstitious and worship an idol. The science never gets as far as the strangeness. The more sophisticated my equipment, the stranger the worlds it detects. I sometimes think I'm sailing through a vast thought. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 3ec0d1c | Everyone who tells a story tells it differently, just to remind us that everybody sees it differently. | life perspective truths | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 8677916 | Part fact part fiction is what life is. And it is always a cover story. I wrote my way out. | life writers | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 57a6399 | What is it that I have to tell myself again and again? That there is always a new beginning, a different end. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 9cce8c9 | It's not a word people use very often, which confuses me, because there are different kinds of infidelity, but betrayal is betrayal wherever you find it. By betrayal, I mean promising to be on your side, then being on somebody else's. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 479b207 | In their world good manners and good sense prevail. They don't imagine that to choose sensibly is to set a time-bomb under yourself. They don't imagine you are ripe for the cutting, waiting for your chance at life. They don't think of the wreckage an exploding life will cause... Settle down, feet under the table. She's a nice girl, he's a nice boy. It's the cliches that cause the trouble. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 9c59170 | You are young," said my father. "You won't get any younger even if you clean your teeth twice a day." "You'll get older," said my mother, "that's what happens." "Then what happens?" "You won't be able to find the treasure." "Will I be too old to look for it?" "No, but you'll be looking in the wrong place." -- | aging growing-up treasure youth | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 8566784 | He turned away and I turned to him in vivid heat to look on the sun-dried world. The groves and towers were gone. The Word was gone. The sea had shrunk away leaving only the blue mist of after-rain. Ignorant of alchemy they put their faith in technology and turned the whole world into gold. The dead sand shone. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 08de0f8 | Like most people, when I look back, the family house is held in time, or rather it is now outside of time, because it exists so clearly and it does not change, and it can only be entered through a door in the mind. I like it that pre-industrial societies, and religious cultures still, now, distinguish between two kinds of time - linear time, that is also cyclical because history repeats itself, even as it seems to progress, and real time,.. | home risk time | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 42c7dc3 | Memories separated in time are often recalled side by side-there's an emotional connection that has nothing to do with the diary dates and everything to do with the feeling. Remembering isn't like visiting a museum: Look! There's the long-gone object in a glass case. Memory isn't an archive. Even a simple memory is a cluster. Something that seemed so insignificant at the time suddenly becomes the key when we remember it at a particular time.. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 51078f1 | The dead are on their way to work, grey limbs rubbing together in an open grave, stack on stack in the metal containers of car, tube and train. The grisly carriages are painted bright colors, guillotine colors of tumbril and blade, execution-bright. Each man and woman goes to their particular scaffold, kneels, and is killed day after day. Each collects their severed head and catches the train home. Some say that they enjoy their work. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 84c979d | I'm not afraid of what I am. I'm afraid I will see what I am not. | personality self | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 8e32d73 | A treasure had fallen into our hands and the treasure was each other. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| a1a39c0 | Sometimes it doesn't matter that there was any time before this time. Sometimes it doesn't matter that it's night or day or now or then. Sometimes where you are is enough. It's not that time stops or that it hasn't started. This is time. You are here. This caught moment opening into a lifetime. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 7e61195 | I asked my mother why we couldn't have books and she said, 'The trouble with a book is that you never know what's in it until it's too late.' I thought to myself, 'Too late for what? | censorship danger reading sedition | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 78a6f58 | I miss God. I miss the company of someone utterly loyal. I still don't think of God as my betrayer. The servants of God, yes, but servants by their very nature betray. I miss God who was my friend. I don't even know if God exists, but I do know if God is your emotional role model, very few human relationships will match up to it. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 01ef7bc | All of one's life is a struggle towards that; the narrow path between freedom and belonging. I have sometimes sacrificed freedom in order to belong, but more often I have given up all hope of belonging. | freedom life | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 827f493 | When I hold you in this night-soaked bed it is courage for the day I seek. Courage that when the light comes I will turn towards it. It couldn't be simpler. It couldn't be harder. In this little night-covered world with you, I hope to find what I long for; a clue, a map, a bird flying south, and when the light comes we will get dressed together and go. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| a4dc02d | Darkness was a presence. I learned to see in it, I learned to see through it, and I learned to see the darkness of my own. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 7abd53e | what the church calls love is actually psychosis and (...) what makes life difficult for homosexuals is not their perversity but other people's. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 1f9684b | I thought about the dog and was suddenly very sad; sad for her death, for my death, for all the inevitable dying that comes with change. There's no choice that doesn't mean a loss. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 7f0bbe0 | Serafina may think I'm a crazy person, but I'm not. She has her scars, too--and not only the ones I saw when she turned her head and her hair fell aside. We are both living out our lives in a Purgatorio. The difference? I arrived from the Paradiso, once young and married and so in love. But Serafina, she who was born alone in a fever dream of fire? She whose very skin is a tapestry of loss? Serafina, of course, arrived from the Inferno. | Chris Bohjalian | ||
| cbf9656 | I'm not sure I can think of anything sadder than a homeless person with a homeless dog. | Chris Bohjalian | ||
| adeeef8 | The plain unvarnished reality that we cannot escape who we are and most of the time we die as we lived. | Chris Bohjalian | ||
| f2088f6 | She had taken her vows and then they had taken her, and the forces amassed against her were greater than love, greater than obligation. They were elemental, heavy as a dead planet. | Haven Kimmel | ||
| 336b0c0 | Of course there is a slight chance that somebody might want to give the Celestial Bookmaker a heart attack. | Barry Hughart | ||
| c207216 | He did know: he knew her right away, and he felt known by her, and that was where the trouble really began...She could have been exotic or worldly or a Valkyrie and it would have meant nothing to him. But that Alice saw him--that was a feeling Amos had never experienced before, and it felt like a revelation and also like a virus. | Haven Kimmel | ||
| c9936e9 | Honey, I know you like to take a drink, and that's all right, but be forewarned that I ain't your maid and I ain't your punching-bag, and if you ever raise your hand to me you'd best kill me. Because otherwise I'll wait till you're asleep; sew you into the bed; and beat you to death with a frying pan. | haven-kimmel zippy | Haven Kimmel | |
| 8b5d741 | He sang like an angel, he was faithful to God and he waited honorably for the wife he believed God chose for him. He made two daughters who shone like mirrors in the direct sun; he blazed his path with a scythe and his broad shoulders, and he was who he chose to be, which is the hardest and bravest thing a man can do. He looked at us, his parents, his sisters, his whole crooked family, and he flexed his jaw muscles, packed up his truck, and.. | Haven Kimmel | ||
| a02cf15 | The pigs were pushing their noses through the slats in the truck bed, which made Langston so unaccountably sad she thought she would have to sit down on the sidewalk. How is it possible, she thought, that a person can drive a thinking, feeling, animal to slaughter and not become less than an animal himself? And what were the pigs searching for, after all, but air and freedom? | Haven Kimmel | ||
| 79f2bf8 | Gary Cooper called to invite me to a dinner party he was giving for Clark Gable at his house. When I accepted and he asked if I would mind picking up Barbara Stanwyck, I was delighted. I had always thought she was one of the greatest. The Lady Eve and Double Indemnity are two of my favorite films and feature two of the many terrific performances she gave through the years. I arrived at her door promptly at 6:30 P.M., a huge bouquet of pink .. | gary-cooper | Farley Granger | |
| 05291d6 | Maybe your father needed to show that he was always right - that he could always SURVIVE - because he felt GUILTY about surviving. | survivor | Art Spiegelman | |
| 4ae4e73 | DOWN THESE MEAN STREETS A MIDGET MUST GO! | Art Spiegelman | ||
| f6d2f79 | Anja? What is to tell? Everywhere I look I'm seeing Anja... From my good eye, from my glass eye, if they're open or they're close, always I'm thinking on Anja. | love soul-mates true-love | Art Spiegelman |