We fear passion and laugh at too much love and those who love too much. And still we long to feel.
Jeanette WintersonLife gives you enough hard knocks so it's unlikely you'll stay that sure of yourself.
Jeanette WintersonHopeless heart that thrives on paradox; that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there.
Jeanette WintersonThe continuous narrative of existence is a lie. There is no continuous narrative, there are lit-up moments, and the rest is dark. When you look closely, the twenty-four hour day is framed into a moment; the still-life of the jerky amphetamine world. That woman-a pieta. Those men, rough angels with an unknown message. The children holding hands, spanning time. And in every still-life, there is a story, the story that tells you everything you need to know.
Jeanette Winterson