Jeanette Winterson Is Quotations

I think heterosexuality and homosexuality are a kind of psychosis, and the truth is somewhere in the middle.

The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down.

I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is as strong as death, and be on my side forever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me.

Wherever love is, I want to be, I will follow it as surely as the land-locked salmon finds the sea.

I like the way the morning can be stormy and the afternoon clear and sparkly as a jewel in the water. Put your hand in the water to reach for a sea urchin or a sea shell, and the thing desired never quite lies where you had lined it up to be. The same is true of love. In prospect or contemplation, love is where it seems to be. Reach in to lift it out and your hand misses

I will do whatever I have to do to reach people with the things I believe are important. Life is too short not to do everything you can.

I fell in love once, if love be that cruelty which takes us straight to the gates of Paradise only to remind us they are closed for ever.

The only selfish life is a timid one.

This is not a love story, but love is in it. That is, love is just outside it, looking for a way to break in.

What a strange world this is when you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo.

Love is vivid. I never wanted the pale version. Love is full strength. I never wanted the diluted version. I never shied away from love's hugeness but I had no idea that love could be as reliable as the sun. The daily rising of love.

Gambling is not a vice, it is an expression of our humanness. We gamble. Some do it at the gaming table, some do not. You play, you win, you play, you lose. You play.

Love is the one thing stronger than desire and the only proper reason to resist temptation.

I don't want to eke out my life like a resource in short supply. The only selfish life is a timid one. To hold back, to withdraw, to keep the best in reserve, both overvalues the self, and undervalues what the self is.

Sometimes I think of you and I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the things we did. And if anyone has said this was the price I would have agreed to pay it. That surprises me; that with the hurt and the mess comes a shift of recognition. It was worth it. Love is worth it.

Unconditional love is what a child should expect from a parent even though it rarely works out that way.

A curse on this game. How can you stick at a game when the rules keep on changing? I shall call myself Alice and play croquet with the flamingos. In Wonderland everyone cheats and love is Wonderland, isn't it?