You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so, how could we take it back without asking? Jeanette Winterson More Quotes by Jeanette Winterson More Quotes From Jeanette Winterson …only a poet could frame a language that could frame a world. Jeanette Winterson poet language world Whoever it is you fall in love with for the first time, not just love but be in love with, is the one who will always make you angry, the one you can't be logical about. Jeanette Winterson logical falling-in-love firsts I choose this story above all others because it's a story I'm struggling to end. Jeanette Winterson ends struggle stories What is more humiliating than finding the object of your love unworthy? Jeanette Winterson findings humiliating objects I didn’t want to tell the story of myself, but someone I called myself. If you read yourself as fiction, it’s rather more liberating than reading yourself as fact. Jeanette Winterson reading stories fiction Capacity for love in its higher forms seems to be peculiarly human although even in humans it is still peculiar. Jeanette Winterson form peculiar capacity Why did I walk so purposefully in a straight line? Where would it take me? He went round and round and we got there all the same. Jeanette Winterson take-me lines walks There are voices and they must be heard. Jeanette Winterson voice heard Why is the measure of love loss? Jeanette Winterson love-loss loss grieving I seem to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line. Jeanette Winterson romance circles running Know thyself,’ said Socrates. Know thyself,’ said Sappho, ‘and make sure that the Church never finds out. Jeanette Winterson know-thyself church said There is no greater grief than to find no happiness, but happiness in what is past. Jeanette Winterson greater grief past Unhappiness is selfish, grief is selfish. For whom are the tears? Jeanette Winterson selfish tears grief In a vacuum all photons travel at the same speed. They slow down when travelling through air or water or glass. Photons of different energies are slowed down at different rates. If Tolstoy had known this, would he have recognised the terrible untruth at the beginning of Anna Karenina? 'All happy families are alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own particular way.' In fact it's the other way around. Happiness is a specific. Misery is a generalisation. People usually know exactly why they are happy. They very rarely know why they are miserable. Jeanette Winterson glasses air people I have set off and found that there is no end to even the simplest journey of the mind. I begin, and straight away a hundred alternative routes present themselves. I choose one, no sooner begin, than a hundred more appear. Every time I try to narrow down my intent I expand it, and yet those straits and canals still lead me to the open sea, and then I realize how vast it all is, this matter of the mind. I am confounded by the shining water and the size of the world. Jeanette Winterson journey sea water Infatuation.First Love.Lust.My passion can be explained away.But this is sure: Whatever she touches, she reveals Jeanette Winterson first-love passion lust What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don't want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don't want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you. Jeanette Winterson home heart night I keep telling this story - different people, different places, different times - but always you, always me, always this story, because a story is a tight rope between two worlds. Jeanette Winterson different two people It's not the one thing nor the other that leads to madness, but the space in between. Jeanette Winterson one-thing madness space I lay there, stretched out, looking at the one star visible through the tiny window of the room. Only connect. How can you do that when the connections are broken? Jeanette Winterson connections stars broken
