Do all lovers feel helpless and valiant in the presence of the beloved? Helpless because the need to roll over like a… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I can't catch her by copying her, I can't draw her with a borrowed stencil. She is all the things a lover… — 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
We didn't build our bridges simply to avoid walking on water. Nothing so obvious. A bridge is a meeting place. A neutral… — 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
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
I struggled in my mind with all kinds of defenses. Should I be hurt? Surprised? Should I laugh it off? I wanted… — 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
