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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 178a5ad | What could he know at two months old, head like a question mark? | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 1dad740 | She did not press me to do so, she had often said that as she got older she took what she could of life but expected little. Then I was gone. Every time I was tempted to go to her I went to the Casino instead and watched some fool humiliating himself at the tables. I could gamble on another night, reduce myself a little more, but after the tenth night would come the eleventh and the twelfth and so on into the silent space that is the pain o.. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 7bff5d7 | There's a lot of talk about freedom. It's like the Holy Grail, we grow up hearing about it, it exists, we're sure of that, and every person has his own idea of where. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 201f221 | That night, I knew I would get away, better myself. Not because I despised who I was, but because I did not know who I was. I was waiting to be invented. I was waiting to invent myself. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| a3bf098 | Necesitaba palabras porque las familias infelices son un pacto de silencio. Quien rompa el silencio jamas sera perdonado. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 19a5465 | Nobody can afford to sleep anymore. Do you realise how much it costs? | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| c6e4814 | For myself I will plant a cypress tree and it will outlive me. That's what I miss about the fields, the sense of the future as well as the present. That one day what you plant will spring up unexpectedly; a shoot, a tree, just when you were looking the other way, thinking about something else. I like to know that life will outlive me, that's a happiness Bonaparte never understood. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 7698cdd | I am in love with her; not a fantasy or a myth or a creature of my own making. Her. A person who is not me. I invented Bonaparte as much as he invented himself. My passion for her, even though she could never return it, showed me the difference between inventing a lover and falling in love. The one is about you, the other about someone else. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 65a0a09 | I say I'm in love with her, what does that mean? It means I review my future and my past in the light of this feeling. It is as though I wrote in a foreign language that I am suddenly able to read. Wordlessly she explains me to myself; like genius she is ignorant of what she does. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 41d9b55 | There are thirteen moons every calendar year. They measure time differently on the moon. The moon orbits the earth once every 28 days As though she's looking for something she lost. A long time ago. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| c93c93d | Somewhere between fear and sex. Somewhere between God and the devil passion is and the way there is sudden and the way back is worse. I'm surprised at myself talking in this way. | passion sex | Jeanette Winterson | |
| f44f997 | en la escuela siempre | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 586fe7b | Is it failure for morning to become afternoon? | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 93dea5d | I noticed that women have a private language. A language not dependent on the constructions of men but structured by signs and expressions, and that uses ordinary words as code-words meaning something other. | gender language women words | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 658232e | Somewhere between fear and sex. Somewhere between God and the devil passion is and the way there is sudden and the way back is worse. | passion sex | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 351dfac | My own heart, like this wild place, has never been visited, and I do not know whether it could sustain life. | love | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 46c3414 | Running away from uncertainty and confusion but most of all running away from myself. I thought I might become someone else in time, grafted on to something better and stronger. And then I saw that the running away was a running towards. An effort to catch up with my fleet-footed self, living another life in a different way. | escape fleeing life running | Jeanette Winterson | |
| d0a4d51 | Everyone remembers things which never happened. And it is common knowledge that people often forget things which did. Either we are all fantasists and liars or the past has nothing definite in it. | lies memory reality truth | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 0d98343 | If you're a hero you can be an idiot, behave badly, ruin your personal life, have any number of mistresses and talk about yourself all the time, and nobody minds. Heroes are immune. They have wide shoulders and plenty of hair and wherever they go a crowd gathers. Mostly they enjoy the company of other men, although attractive women are part of their reward. | heroes womanizing | Jeanette Winterson | |
| ff76c1f | People will believe anything. Except, it seems, the truth. | gullibility truth | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 7e2163f | The photographer frames the shot, writers frame their world. | book-writing feminism lgbt | Jeanette Winterson | |
| f8288f3 | Books, for me, are a home. Books don't make a home - they are one, in the sense that just as you do with a door, you open a book, and you go inside. Inside there is a different kind of time and space. There is warmth there too - a hearth. I sit down with a book and I'm warm. | book-lovers book-writing feminism | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 9ed732f | Love is vivid. I never wanted the pale version.. Love is full strenght. I never wanted the diluted version. I never shied away from love's hugeness but I had no idea that love could be as reliable as the sun. The daily rising of love. | feminism love | Jeanette Winterson | |
| d841675 | She grew in secret, away from their eyes. Outwardly she was obedient and loving, but inside she was feeding a hunger-- | passion | Jeanette Winterson | |
| fccf23f | el amor deja una herida que a su vez deja una cicatriz. | purpura | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 93dd8ec | El amor es tan fuerte como la muerte. | purpura | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 7d16f00 | I am desperately looking the other way so that love won't see me. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 4eb5862 | It is snowing. In the English language we do not know anything about the 'it' that is snowing. It might be God. Maybe not. Anyway. It. Is. Snowing. | winter | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 9bec75c | If I am honest I will admit that I have always wanted to avoid love. Yes give me romance, give me sex, give me fights, give me all the parts of love but not the simple single word which is so complex and demands the best of me this hour this minute this forever. | language love words | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 189f5b4 | If haunting is anything, perhaps that's what it is; time in the wrong place. | hauntings paranormal supernatural time | Jeanette Winterson | |
| e1fd7ce | In the lives of saints I look for confirmation of excess. To them it is not strange to spend nights on a mountain or to forgo food. For them, the visionary and the everyday coincide. Above all, they have no domestic virtues, preferring intensity to comfort. Despite their inhospitable ways, they ferment with unexpected life, like those bleak railway cuttings that host horizontal dandelions. They know there is no passion without pain. | intensity pain passion religion saints visionaries | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 306f883 | Stop thinking," she said. "The more you think, the faster you cut your own throat." | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 5ade18b | 1. Men are easy to please but are not pleased for long before some new novelty must delight them. 2. Men are easy to make passionate but are unable to sustain it. 3. Men are always seeking soft women but find their lives in ruins without strong women. 4. Men must be occupied at all times otherwise they make mischief. 5. Men deem themselves weighty and women light. Therefore it is simple to tie a stone round their necks and drown them should.. | gender-relations men money passion perception power rules trust women | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 29ff3a3 | I had been agitating for a pet for some time. In my head I had a white rabbit called Ezra who bit people who ignored me. Ezra's pelt was as white as the soul in heaven but his heart was black... | evil good pets rabbits vengeance | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 2db3471 | El centro comercial no es nuestro verdadero hogar, ni un espacio publico, aunque, a medida que desaparecen las librerias, los jardines, los parques, los museos y los polideportivos, la falsa amabilidad de los centros comerciales sea el unico espacio que queda para muchos, aparte de las calles. | soledad | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 940b817 | El perro corria al lado de chico, y contemplo en el cielo despejado los perros estelares, frios y bellos, y supo que, pidas lo que pidas, no se puede pedir nada mejor que el amor | animales | Jeanette Winterson | |
| eded18d | I made him walk on a lead and he jumped for joy, the way creatures do, and children do and adults don't do, and spend their lives wondering where the leap went. | children dogs growing-up joy jumping-for-joy | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 9bcbe68 | I don't hate men, I just wish they'd try harder. | gender hatred men women | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 05803b9 | The future is intact, still unredeemed, but the past is irredeemable. She is not who she thought she was. | future past perception | Jeanette Winterson | |
| eeff0b7 | Invisible worlds, or worlds that are supposed to be invisible interest me. I like to see the effort it takes for some people to make things go smoothly for other people. Don't misunderstand me; mostly I'm part of the invisible world myself. | maintenance unseen-work work | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 3a9f57a | Love affairs are discoveries of new worlds. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 9b7ed25 | I could see in her a piece of the bright hope I once had in myself and it made me sour and angry. It made me feel sorry for her too. I wanted to take both her hands in mine, look her in the eye, and let her see that the world isn't interested in a little black girl's dreams. | aging anger dreams hope pity youth | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 08a715b | Dreams were so tiring that she wondered how anybody ever dared to go to sleep at night. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| d5e2728 | A good job, money, more money, travel, happiness. Christmas-time swivelled the lens and brought these things into focus. If you had some, all, any of these things you could feel especially pleased with yourself over the twelve days of feasting and family. If you didn't have some, all, any of these things you felt the lack more keenly. You felt like an outsider. | Jeanette Winterson |