I dreamed I was a single moment in a single day. A note struck and vanished. A sounding. A reckoning. Gone. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Every moment you steal from the present is a moment you've lost forever. There is only now. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Whatever it is that pulls the pin, that hurls you past the boundaries of your own life into a brief and total… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
To kiss well one must kiss solely. No groping hands or stammering hearts. The lips and the lips alone are the pleasure.… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
We shall all die, and our lives will be irrelevant then. If we make anything that lasts, it outlives us, and it… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
It's hard to remember that this day will never come again. That the time is now and the place is here and… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I think now that being free is not being powerful or rich or well regarded or without obligation but being able to… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
The continuous narrative of existence is a lie. There is no continuous narrative, there are lit-up moments, and the rest is dark. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
The continuous narrative of existence is a lie. There is no continuous narrative, there are lit-up moments, and the rest is dark.… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Even death after a long illness is without warning. The moment you had prepared for so carefully took you by storm. The… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Naked I came into the world, but brush strokes cover me, language raises me, music rhythms me. Art is my rod and… — 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 garden for your love. So you refuse and then you discover that your house is haunted by the ghost of a leopard. When passion comes late in life it is hard to bear. One more night.… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share
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 is leaning over by the wall. My head is in the gas oven but it will probably be all right, I'm told that green colour wears off. Unfortunately I threw my heart to the dogs. Never… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share
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 its transforming power. Art is not part of the machine. Art asks us to think differently, see differently, hear differently, and ultimately to act differently, which is why art has moral force. Ruskin was right, though… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share
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
