“There are three kinds of big endings: Revenge. Tragedy. Forgiveness. Revenge and Tragedy often happen together. Forgiveness unblocks the future." (p.225)” — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“Atlas said, 'Must my future be so heavy?' Hera said, 'That is your present, Atlas. Your future hardens every day, but it… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“My experience has been that times always ends. In theory, you are right, the quantum physicists are right, the religious and romantics… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
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
Yes, the past is another country, but one that we can visit, and once there we can bring back the things we… — 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
“The fossil record is always there, whether or not you discover it. The brittle ghosts of the past. Memory is not like… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“You said, ‘Why do I frighten you?’ Frighten me? Yes you do frighten me. You act as though we will be together… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
We're here, there, not here, not there, swirling like specks of dust, claiming for ourselves the rights of the universe. Being important,… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Books, for me, are a home. Books don’t make a home – they are one, in the sense that just as you… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
The future is foretold from the past and the future is only possible because of the past. Without past and future, the… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“When I met you I was moving like a blind arrow shot in time of need. I was flint-sharp, flint-primitive. I was… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“Going back after a long time will make you mad, because the people you left behind do not like to think of… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I say I'm in love with her. What does that mean? It means I review my future and my past in the… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
If the sun is shining, stand in it- yes, yes, yes. Happy times are great, but happy times pass- they have 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
Thinking about time is to acknowledge two contradictory certainties: that our outward lives are governed by the seasons and the clock; that… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
People do go back, but they don't survive, because two realities are claiming them at the same time. Such things are too… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Myths hook and bind the mind because at the same time they set the mind free: they explain the universe while allowing… — 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
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
I have found that I am not a space where people want to live, at least not without decorating first. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share
“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
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
“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
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
“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
“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
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
“It took me a long time to realise that there are two kinds of writing: the one you write and the one that writes… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share
A curse on this game. How can you stick at a game when the rules keep on changing? I shall call myself Alice and… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share
“He turned away and I turned to him in vivid heat to look on the sun-dried world. The groves and towers were gone. The… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share
