“What's left? Romance. Love's counterfeit free of charge to all. Fall into my arms and the world with its sorrows will shrink… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
There's no such thing as effortless beauty - you should know that. There's no effort which is not beautiful - lifting a… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“I have learned what love costs. I never count it but I know what it costs.” — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I love the apparent quiet of reading a book. You sit there; you're not really moving. It looks very solitary. It looks… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
What to say? That the end of love is a haunting. A haunting of dreams. A haunting of silence. Haunted by ghosts… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I find pieces of myself everywhere, and I cut myself handling them. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“Love, they say, enslaves and passion is a demon and many have been lost for love. I know this is true, but… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
Capacity for love in its higher forms seems to be peculiarly human although even in humans it is still peculiar. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“That night two lovers whispering under the lead canopy of the church were killed by their own passion. Their effusion of words,… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“I will come for you. Roll my strength into a ball for you. Throw myself across chance for you. I will be… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Words like passion and ecstasy, we learn them but they stay flat on the page. Sometimes we try to turn them over,… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“He did not say so, but the words behind the words told me that he would rather have launched me into a… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I like the way the morning can be stormy and the afternoon clear and sparkly as a jewel in the water. Put… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“Pulsar: a dying star spinning under its own exploding anarchic energy, like a lighthouse on speed. A star the size of a… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Academics love to make theories about a body of work, but each book consumes the writer and is the sum of his… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Whoever it is you fall in love with for the first time, not just love but be in love with, is the… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
There are many forms of love and affection, some people can spend their whole lives together without knowing each other's names. Naming… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Everyone who tells a story tells it differently, just to remind us that everybody sees it differently. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox; that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there. That… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“Things are continually beginning again; they’re never really resolved, you know. They are only resolved temporarily. We live in a society that… — 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
