What kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
There's so little wonder left in the world because we've seen everything one way or another'. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Earth is ancient now, but all knowledge is stored up in her. She keeps a record of everything that has happened since… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Lovers are not at their best when it matters. Mouths dry up, palms sweat, conversation flags and all the time the heart… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
It was actually books that started to make those pockets of freedom, which I hadn't otherwise experienced. I do see them as… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Cheating is easy. There's no swank to infidelity. To borrow against the trust someone has placed in you costs nothing at first.… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Don’t lie. You know you like to view but not to buy. I have found that I am not a space where… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
The truth is that you can divide your heart in all sorts of interesting ways - a little here, a little there,… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
When I left home at sixteen I bought a small rug. It was my roll-up world. Whatever room, whatever temporary place I… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
In the economy of the body, the limbic highway takes precedence over the neural pathways. We were designed and built to feel,… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I didn't know what hate felt like, not the hate that comes after love. It's huge and desperate and it longs to… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Long looking at paintings is equivalent to being dropped into a foreign city, where gradually, out of desire and despair, a few… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“After nine nights must come ten and every desperate meeting only leaves you desperate for another. There is never enough to eat, never enough… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so, how could we take it back… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I have found that I am not a space where people want to live, at least not without decorating first. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“Yes. Just pass me my leg will you? It's on top of the wardrobe where he threw it, and I think my right arm… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Every second the Universe divides into possibilities and most of those possibilities never happen. It is not a uni-verse -- there is more than… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“It's the cliches that cause the trouble. A precise emotion seeks a precise expression. If what I feel is not precise than how should… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
What would it have meant to be happy? What would it have meant if things had been bright, clear, good between us? — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“Mrs Ratlow was a widow, and she was head of English, but she still did all the cooking and cleaning for her two sons,… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“What art does is to coax us away from the mechanical and towards the miraculous. The so-called uselessness of art is a clue to… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Happy Valentines Day to those who have found love, in whatever shape or form, and to those who are still hunting, don’t give up.… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
