Body Quotes by Jeanette Winterson

Age is information failure. The body loses fluency.

— Jeanette Winterson

You know every cell in our bodies is completely renewed every seven years, so how can we talk about being the same…

— Jeanette Winterson

The body shuts down when it has too much to bear; goes its own way quietly inside, waiting for a better time,…

— Jeanette Winterson

Written on the body is a secret code only visible in certain lights; the accumulations of a lifetime gather there

— Jeanette Winterson

The most prosaic of us betray a belief in the inward life every time we talk about 'my body' rather than 'I.

— Jeanette Winterson

I know from my own experience that suicide is not what it seems. Too easy to try to piece together the fragmented…

— Jeanette Winterson

The journey is not linear, it is always back and forth, denying the calendar, the wrinkles and lines of the body.

— Jeanette Winterson

The body can endure compromise and the mind can be seduced by it. Only the heart protests. The heart. Carbon-based primitive in…

— Jeanette Winterson

Academics love to make theories about a body of work, but each book consumes the writer and is the sum of his…

— Jeanette Winterson

In the economy of the body, the limbic highway takes precedence over the neural pathways. We were designed and built to feel,…

— Jeanette Winterson

Even death after a long illness is without warning. The moment you had prepared for so carefully took you by storm. The…

— Jeanette Winterson

I've lived my life like a serial killer; finish with one part, strangle it and move on to the next. Life in…

— Jeanette Winterson

Written on the body is a secret code only visible in certain lights: the accumulations of a lifetime gather there. In places…

— Jeanette Winterson

You said, 'I love you.' Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the…

— Jeanette Winterson

What to say? That the end of love is a haunting. A haunting of dreams. A haunting of silence. Haunted by ghosts…

— Jeanette Winterson

“In the economy of the body, the limbic highway takes precedence over the neural pathways. We were designed and built to feel,…

— Jeanette Winterson

In that house, you will find my heart. You must break in, Henri, and get it back for me.' Was she mad?…

— Jeanette Winterson

Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have…

— Jeanette Winterson

The Hopi, an Indian tribe, have a language as sophisticated as ours, but no tenses for past, present and future. The division…

— Jeanette Winterson

At bed-time I went into my room and put out the light. I didn't get undressed. I lay on my bed and…

— Jeanette Winterson

“You said, ‘I’m going to leave him because my love for you makes any other life a lie.’ I’ve hidden those words…

— Jeanette Winterson

When my friend Melot set the trap, I think I knew it. I turned to death full face, as I had turned…

— Jeanette Winterson

Lie beside me. Let me see the division of your pores. Let me see the web of scars made by your family's…

— Jeanette Winterson

And so, from the first, we separated our pleasure. She lay on the rug and I lay at right angles to her…

— Jeanette Winterson

Lovers are not at their best when it matters. Mouths dry up, palms sweat, conversation flags and all the time the heart…

— Jeanette Winterson

Children, I suppose, are always unfinished business: they begin as part of your own body, and continue as separate as another continent.

— Jeanette Winterson

And you? Now that I have discovered you? Beautiful, dangerous, unleashed. Still I try to hold you, knowing that your body is…

— Jeanette Winterson

We bury things so deep we no longer remember there was anything to bury. Our bodies remember. Our neurotic states remember. But…

— Jeanette Winterson

“I live in the space between chaos and shape. I walk the line that continually threatens to lose its tautness under me,…

— Jeanette Winterson

For my part, I think we need more emotion, not less. But I think, too, that we need to educate people in…

— Jeanette Winterson