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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ae5b531 | En de tijd die zo gestaag en zo zeker voorbijgaat slaat voorbij de klokken op hol. Het kost zo weinig tijd om een leven te veranderen en het kost een heel leven om die verandering te begrijpen. | time | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 1d4d53a | It's always the same with diversions; you get involved. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| ddd61d0 | Pillars hold things up, and salt keeps things clean, but it's a poor exchange for losing your self. People do go back, but they don't survive, because two realities are claiming them at the same time. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| bb74fd2 | Perhaps all romance is like that; not a contract between equal parties but an explosion of dreams and desires that can find no outlet in everyday life. | novel | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 353df60 | Like most people I lived for a long time with my mother and father. My father liked to watch the wrestling, my mother liked to wrestle; it didn't matter what. She was in the white corner and that was that. She hung out the largest sheets on the windiest days. She wanted the Mormons to knock on the door. At election time in a Labour mill town she put a picture of the Conservative candidate in the window. She had never heard of mixed feelings.. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 54fa5da | You can't make sense of your passion for life in the face of death, you can only give up your passion. Only then can you begin to survive. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 8ab2fe7 | Look at all that rubbish," she said, watching the electric van slowly whirr from bin to bin, little men in gloves removing it all. "They're taking it away," I said. "Where to?" she said. "It just gets moved around dearie, that's all." | garbage trash | Jeanette Winterson | |
| ae64676 | I love the natural world and I never ceased to see it. The beauty of the trees and fields, of hills and streams, of the changing colours, of the small creatures so busy and occupied. My long hours walking or sitting in the field with my back against the wall, watching the clouds and the weather, allowed me some steadiness. It was because I knew all this would be there when I was not that I thought I could go. The world was beautiful. I was .. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| d90b753 | Round and round he walked, and so learned a very valuable thing: that no emotion is the final one. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 0fa0b4e | I was happy but 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. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 73cb4f0 | First there is the forest and inside the forest the clearing and inside the clearing the cabin and inside the cabin the mother and inside the mother the child and inside the child the mountain. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 3dc6d9b | The true nature of the world is energy not mass. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| da92310 | As it is, I can't settle, I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and know that love is as strong as death, and be on my side for ever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me. There are many forms of love and affection, some people can spend their whole lives together without knowing each other's names. Naming is a difficult and time-consuming process; it concerns essences, and it means power. But .. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 12ba69b | Don't you think it's strange that life, described as so rich and full, a camel-trail of adventure, should shrink to this coin sized world? | love | Jeanette Winterson | |
| c35d2ad | The past is magnetic. It draws us in. | past | Jeanette Winterson | |
| e48d55a | How else could it be with such consuming hair? | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| c749cea | Adoption is outside. You act out what it feels like to be the one who doesn't belong. And you act it out by trying to do to others what has been done to you. It is impossible to believe anyone loves you for yourself. I never believed that my parents loved me. I tried to love them but it didn't work. It has taken me a long time to learn how to love - both the giving and the receiving. I have written about love obsessively, forensically, and .. | authenticity being-yourself belonging family fulfilment loss love unconditional-love | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 202c64e | Perhaps it is worse when love has flowed freely to find it one day dammed. | love | Jeanette Winterson | |
| cce0dd9 | If the universe is movement, it will not be in one direction only. We think of our lives as linear but it is the spin of the earth that allows us to observe time. Walk with me. | movement observe physics time universe | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 4ce3f62 | When my mother heard about this, she was furious, and she crossed Nellie off her prayer list. My dad put her on his instead, so she didn't miss out. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 5da74b6 | Now if I was aping men, she'd have every right to be disgusted. As far as I was concerned, men were something you had around the place...not particularly interesting, but quite harmless. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 4f39b9f | I was only good at one thing: words. I had read more, much more, than anybody else, and I knew how words worked in the way that some boys knew how engines worked. | writing | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 40f0819 | About her life to come, when she'd have a mansion and no neighbors. All she ever wanted was for everyone to go away. And when I did she never forgave me. She loved miracle stories, probably because her life was a far away from a miracle as Jupiter is from the Earth. She believed in miracles, even though she never got one-- well, maybe she did get one, but that was me, and she didn't know that miracles often come in disguise. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| e165fc6 | I had better come clean now and say that I do not believe that art (all art) and beauty are ever separate, nor do I believe that either art or beauty are optional in a sane society." "That puts me on the side of what Harold Bloom calls 'the ecstasy of the privileged moment. Art, all art, as insight, as transformation, as joy. Unlike Harold Bloom, I really believe that human beings can be taught to love what they do not love already and that.. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 1f39a08 | It took me a long time to realise that there are two kinds of writing; the one you write and the one that writes you. The one that writes you is dangerous. You go where you don't want to go. You look where you don't want to look. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| a508174 | I go to the bathroom. All my life I have been an orphan and an only child. Now I come from a big noisy family who go ballroom dancing and live forever. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 2e434b0 | Creativity is on the side of health - it isn't the thing that drives us mad; it is the capacity in us that tries to save us from madness. The | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 74f00f3 | Are you like all other men after all? The poor should have no justice, just as they have no food, no decent shelter, no regular livelihood? Is that how your saviour Jesus treated the poor? | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 137af52 | There is always a city. There is always a civilisation. There is always a barbarian with a pickaxe. Sometimes you are the city, sometimes you are the civilisation, but to become that city, that civilisation, you once took a pickaxe and destroyed what you hated, and what you hated was what you did not understand. | civilization hate history ignorance understanding | Jeanette Winterson | |
| c9bcb4b | Perhaps art is an eye problem... | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| a379604 | Homelessness is illegal. In my city no one is homeless although there are an increasing number of criminals living on the street. It was smart to turn an abandones class into a criminal class, sometimes people feel sorry for the down and outs, they never feel sorry for criminals, it has been a great stabilizer. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 31d6280 | They sounded like intestines, only on the outside, and the men in the Bible were always having them cut off and not being able to go to church. Horrid. | men | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 3480a27 | What is unconscious does not speak and that includes the hidden parts of himself. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| ef68121 | Of course people mutilate and modify, but these are fallen powers, and to change something you do not understand is the true nature of evil. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 0bac907 | I thought of my often-dream where Time poured the fishes into the sky and the sky was full of star fish; stella maris of the upper air. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| b344a8d | She had navigated her parents' hostile waters with a child's discretion, learning to keep from one the confessions of the other. Learning to hide love. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| dc2125d | It would not be the first time that Jove and Stella had covered the traces of where I began and where they ended. I liked the playfulness of the lovers' argument: who are you and who am I? Which of us is which? Liked it less when the erotic twinhood developed into forged letters and faked signatures. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 5cad60b | Hold in, hold in, one crack and the wall is breached. I need now to be finite, self-contained, to stop this bacterial grief dividing and multiplying till its weight is the weight of the world. Bacteria: agents of putrefaction. My father's decay lodged in me. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| c6fa480 | Dinginess is death to a writer. Filth, discomfort, hunger, cold, trauma and drama, don't matter a bit. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| d94f597 | When the children of Israel left Egypt, they were guided by the pillar of cloud by day, and the pillar of fire by night. For them, this did not seem to be a problem. For me, it was an enormous problem. The pillar of cloud was a fog, perplexing and impossible. I didn't understand the ground rules. The daily world was a world of Strange Notions, without form, and therefore void. I comforted myself as best I could by always rearranging their v.. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 3bbed46 | Eating was easy. Thinking was hard. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 016ff57 | Romantic love has been diluted into paperback form and has sold thousands and millions of copies. Somewhere it is still in the original, written on tablets of stone. I would cross seas and suffer sunstroke and give away all I have, but not for a man, because they want to be the destroyer and never the destroyed. That is why they are unfit for romantic love. There are exceptions and I hope they are happy. The unknownness of my needs frighten.. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| b3603b3 | What could I do? My needlework teacher suffered from a problem of vision. She recognised things according to expectation and environment. If you were in a particular place, you expected to see particular things. Sheep and hills, sea and fish; if there was an elephant in the supermarket, she'd either not see it at all, or call it Mrs Jones and talk about fishcakes. But most likely, she'd do what most people do when confronted with something .. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| e64b5d8 | A writer has no use for the clock. A writer lives in an infinity of days, time without end, ploughed under. | Jeanette Winterson |