Part broken - part whole, you begin again. ( from 'Why books seem shockproof against change.' THE TIMES: BOOKS) Jeanette Winterson More Quotes by Jeanette Winterson More Quotes From Jeanette Winterson Marriage is the flimsiest weapon against desire. You may as well take a pop-gun to a python. Jeanette Winterson marriage python gun Misery pulls away the brackets of life leaving you to free fall. Jeanette Winterson misery leaving fall One just spends as much money as one has. Very peculiar that! You never actually have any money. You think, If I had this much money ten years ago, I would have thought I was amazingly rich, but I still manage to spend it all and not have any left. Jeanette Winterson money years thinking It is silence that most needs an answering -- when I can no longer speak, hear me. Jeanette Winterson silence speak needs I am much better at saying how I feel when I no longer feel it. Jeanette Winterson feels What I wanted to do was to fasten my index finger and thumb at the bolts of your collar bone, push out, spread the web of my hand until it caught against your throat. You asked me if I wanted to strangle you. No, I wanted to fit you, not just in the obvious ways but in so many indentations. Jeanette Winterson thumbs hands way Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have scored your name into my shoulders, referenced me with your mark. The pads of your fingers have become printing blocks, you tap a message on to my skin, tap meaning into my body. Your morse code interferes with my heart beat. I had a steady heart before I met you, I relied upon it, it had seen active service and grown strong. Now you alter its pace with your own rhythm, you play upon me, drumming me taut. Jeanette Winterson block strong writing What are you that makes me feel thus? Who are you for whom time has no meaning? Jeanette Winterson feels For fate may hang on any moment and at any moment be changed. Jeanette Winterson fate moments may It is a true saying, that what you fear you find. Jeanette Winterson fear Are we all living like this? Two lives, the ideal outer life and the inner imaginative life where we keep our secrets? Jeanette Winterson secret life two Every journey conceals another journey within its lines: the path not taken and the forgotten angle. Jeanette Winterson lines taken journey He doubted her. You must never doubt the one you love. But they might not be telling the truth. Never mind that. You tell them the truth. What do you mean? You can't be another person's honesty, child, but you can be your own. So what should I say? When? When I love someone? You should say it. Jeanette Winterson honesty mean children In this life you have to be your own hero. By that I mean you have to win whatever it is that matters to you by your own strength and in your own way. Like it or not, you are alone in a forest, just like all those fairy tales that begin with a hero who’s usually stupid but somehow brave, or who might be clever, but weak as a straw, and away he goes (don’t worry about the gender), cheered on by nobody, via the castles and the bears, and the old witch and the enchanted stream, and by and by (we hope) he’ll find the treasure. Jeanette Winterson stupid hero clever The truth is that you can divide your heart in all sorts of interesting ways - a little here, a little there, most banked at home, some of it coined out for a flutter. But love cleaves through the mind's mathematics. Love's lengthways splits the heart in two - the heart where you are, the heart where you want to be. How will you heal your heart when love has split it in two? Jeanette Winterson home heart two I felt like a seed in a pomegranate. Some say that the pomegranate was the real apple of Eve, fruit of the womb, I would eat my way into perdition to taste you. Jeanette Winterson apples real way Now that I have lost you I cannot allow you to develop, you must be a photograph not a poem. Jeanette Winterson lost-you photograph lost Darkness as well as light. Or do I mean darkness, another kind of light? Lucifer would say so, and I have a weakness for fallen angels. Jeanette Winterson angel sympathy mean There's so little wonder left in the world because we've seen everything one way or another'. Jeanette Winterson littles way world What is it that you contain? The Dead. Time. Light patterns of millennia. The expanding universe opening in your gut. Are your twenty-three feet of intestines loaded with stars? Jeanette Winterson expanding-universe stars light
