Top 100 Jeanette Winterson Love Quotes
#1. She is a maze where I got lost years ago, and now find the way out. She is the missing map. She is the place that I am.
Jeanette Winterson
#2. Love's lengthways splits the heart in two - the heart where you are, the heart where you want to be.
Jeanette Winterson
#4. 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.
Jeanette Winterson
#5. 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.
Jeanette Winterson
#6. When I fell in love it was as though I looked into a mirror for the first time and saw myself.
Jeanette Winterson
#8. If we had the courage to love we would not so value these acts of war.
Jeanette Winterson
#9. Perhaps all romance is like that; not a contract between equal parties but an explosion of dreams and desires that can find no outlet in everyday life. Only a drama will do and while the fireworks last the sky is a different colour.
Jeanette Winterson
#10. Her butler opened it for her. His name was Boredom. She said, 'Boredom, fetch me a plaything.' He said 'Very good ma'am,' and putting on his white gloves so that fingerprints would not show he tapped at my heart and I thought he said his name was Love.
Jeanette Winterson
#11. The body can endure compromise and the mind can be seduced by it. Only the heart protests. The heart. Carbon-based primitive in a silicon world.
Jeanette Winterson
#12. Children do not find fault with their parents until later. In the beginning, the love you get is the love that sets.
Jeanette Winterson
#13. I love you' is always a quotation. You did not say it first and neither did I.
Jeanette Winterson
#14. I love badly. That is too little or too much. I throw myself over an unsuitable cliff, only to reel back in horror from a simple view out the window.
Jeanette Winterson
#15. Memoir ... satisfies our need for gossip and intimacy, for testimony and confessional, and in this world of spin, offers a truthful account of what it means to succeed or fail, to love and lose, to break your heart and mend it again.
Jeanette Winterson
#16. Academics love to make theories about a body of work, but each book consumes the writer and is the sum of his or her world.
Jeanette Winterson
#17. However it is debased or misinterpreted, love is a redemptive feature. To focus on one individual so that their desires become superior to yours is a very cleansing experience.
Jeanette Winterson
#18. I love you."
"You've loved other people but you still left them."
"It's not that simple."
"I don't want to be another scalp on your pole.
Jeanette Winterson
#19. I've turned myself inside out to try and avoid what happened today. You affect me in ways I can't quantify or contain. All I can measure is the effect, and the effect is that I am out of control.
Jeanette Winterson
#20. What to say? That the end of love is a haunting. A haunting of dreams. A haunting of silence. Haunted by ghosts it is easy to become a ghost. Life ebbs. The pulse is too faint. Nothing stirs you. Some people approve of this and call it healing. It is not healing. A dead body feels no pain.
Jeanette Winterson
#21. 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.
Jeanette Winterson
#22. Being free is not being powerful or rich or well regarded or without obligations but being able to love.
Jeanette Winterson
#23. I like being on my own better than I like anything else, but I can't give up love. Maybe it's the tension between longing and aloneness that I need. My own funicular railway, holding in balance the two things most likely to destroy me.
Jeanette Winterson
#24. Love demands expression. It will not stay still, stay silent, be good, be modest, be seen and not heard, no. It will break out in tongues of praise, the high note that smashes the glass and spills the liquid.
Jeanette Winterson
#25. He scarred her arm ... but she did not care because she loved him and she knew that love leaves a wound that leaves a scar.
Jeanette Winterson
#26. In that house, you will find my heart. You must break in, Henri, and get it back for me.'
Was she mad? We had been talking figuratively. Her heart was in her body like mine. I tried to explain this to her, but she took my hand and put it against her chest.
Feel for yourself.
Jeanette Winterson
#27. Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox; that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there.
Jeanette Winterson
#28. I never wanted children. If I'd been deeply in love with a man and he'd wanted children, it would have been difficult.
Jeanette Winterson
#31. I want you to come to me without a past. Those lines you've learned, forget them. Forget that you've been here before in other bedrooms in other places. Come to me new. Never say you love me until that day when you have proved it.
Jeanette Winterson
#33. Rights begin where love ends. Shall we argue over who is the most to blame?
Jeanette Winterson
#34. It may be that you are settled in another place it may be that you are happy but the one who took your heart wields final power.
Jeanette Winterson
#35. She had navigated her parents' hostile waters with a child's discretion, learning to keep from one the confessions of the other. Learning to hide love.
Jeanette Winterson
#36. What is there to say about love ? You could sweep up all the words and stack them in the gutter and love wouldn't be any different, wouldn't feel any different, the hurt in the heart, the headachy desire that hardly submits to language. What we can't tame we talk about.
Jeanette Winterson
#37. I am a writer who happens to love women. I am not a lesbian who happens to write.
Jeanette Winterson
#38. Do you fall in love often?
Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.
Jeanette Winterson
#39. I want to touch you.'
'And if you did touch me, what then?'
'I would find a language of beginning.
Jeanette Winterson
#40. The love we seek overrules human nature. It has a wildness in it and a glory that we want more than life itself. Love never counts the cost, to itself or others, and nothing is as cruel as love. There is no love that does not pierce the hands and feet.
Jeanette Winterson
#41. Perhaps it is worse when love has flowed freely to find it one day dammed.
Jeanette Winterson
#43. It is true that on bright days we are happy. That is true because the sun on the eyelids effects chemical changes in the body. The sun also diminishes the pupils to pinpricks, letting the light in less. When we can hardly see we are most likely to fall in love.
Jeanette Winterson
#44. Physics, mathematics, music, painting, my politics, my love for you, my work, the star-dust of my body, the spirit that impels it, clocks diurnal, time perpetual, the roll, rough, tender, swamping, liberating, breathing, moving, thinking nature, human nature and the cosmos are patterned together.
Jeanette Winterson
#45. Love ... Just Nature's way of getting one person to pay the bills for another person.
Jeanette Winterson
#46. You can't be another person's honesty, child, but you can be your own.
Jeanette Winterson
#47. I love Toni Morrison and Jeanette Winterson. 'The Passion' is my favourite book.
Vanessa Diffenbaugh
#48. I think now that being free is not being powerful or rich or well regarded or without obligation but being able to love. To love someone else enough to forget about yourself even for one moment is to be free.
Jeanette Winterson
#49. And the people I have hurt, the mistakes I have made, the damage to myself and others, wasn't poor judgement; it was the place where love had hardened into loss.
Jeanette Winterson
#50. Romantic love has been diluted into paperback form and has sold thousands and millions of copies. Somewhere it is still in the original, written on tablets of stone.
Jeanette Winterson
#51. The stories we sit up late to hear are love stories. It seems that we cannot know enough about this riddle of our lives. We go back and back to the same scenes, the same words, trying to scrape out the meaning. Nothing could be more familiar than love. Nothing else eludes us so completely.
Jeanette Winterson
#53. What is more humiliating than finding the object of your love unworthy?
Jeanette Winterson
#54. Capacity for love in its higher forms seems to be peculiarly human although even in humans it is still peculiar.
Jeanette Winterson
#55. Your morse code interferes with my heart beat. I had a steady heart before you, I replied upon it, it had seen active service and grown strong. Now you alter its pace with your own rhythm you play upon me, drumming me taught.
Jeanette Winterson
#57. Mrs. Winterson did not have a soothing personality. Ask for reassurance and it would never come. I never asked her if she loved me. She loved me on those days when she was able to love. I really believe that is the best she could do.
Jeanette Winterson
#58. 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 I call it love?
Jeanette Winterson
#59. I say I'm in love with her. What does that mean?
It means I review my future and my past in the light of this feeling. It is as though I wrote in a foreign language that I am suddenly able to read. Wordlessly, she explains me to myself. LIke genius she is ignorant of what she does.
Jeanette Winterson
#61. She had made him possible. In that sense she was his god. Like God, she was neglected.
Jeanette Winterson
#62. Walk with me, memory to memory, the shared path, the mutual view. Walk with me. The past lies in wait. It is not behind. It seems to be in front. How else could it trip me as as I start to run?
Jeanette Winterson
#63. How long before the shouting starts? How long before the tears and the accusations and the pain? That specific stone n the stomach pain when you lose something you haven't got round to valuing? Why is the measure of love loss?
Jeanette Winterson
#64. Wherever love is, I want to be, I will follow it as surely as the land-locked salmon finds the sea.
Jeanette Winterson
#65. To lose someone you love
Is to alter your life forever ...
The pain stops, there are new people,
But the gap never closes ...
This hole in your hear is the shape of the one you lost-
No one else can fit it.
Jeanette Winterson
#66. If you should leave me, my heart will turn to water and flood away.
Jeanette Winterson
#67. Your weak point is the open, vulnerable place where you can always be hurt. Love, in all its aspects, opens the self so fully.
Jeanette Winterson
#68. August. We were arguing. You want love to be like this every day don't you? 92 degrees even in the shade.
Jeanette Winterson
#69. I never wanted to find my birth parents - if one set of parents felt like a misfortune, two sets would be self-destructive ...
I had no idea that you could like your parents or that they could love you enough to let you be yourself.
Jeanette Winterson
#70. We heal up through being loved, and through loving others. We don't heal by forming a secret society of one - by assessing about the only other 'one' we might admit, and being doomed to disappointment.
Jeanette Winterson
#71. 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.
Jeanette Winterson
#72. Infatuation. First Love. Lust.
My passion can be explained away. But this is sure: Whatever she touches, she reveals.
Jeanette Winterson
#73. What a strange world this is when you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo.
Jeanette Winterson
#74. Love is the one thing stronger than desire and the only proper reason to resist temptation.
Jeanette Winterson
#78. To me, these days will never end. I am always there, in that room with her,
or if not I, the imprint of myself - my fossil-love
Jeanette Winterson
#79. 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.
Jeanette Winterson
#80. And you? Now that I have discovered you? Beautiful, dangerous, unleashed. Still I try to hold you, knowing that your body is faced with knives.
Jeanette Winterson
#82. There are many forms of love and affection, some people can spend their whole lives together without knowing each other's names. Naming is a difficult and time-consuming process; it concerns essences, and it means power. But on the wild nights who can call you home? Only the one who knows your name.
Jeanette Winterson
#83. What other places are there in the world than those discovered on a lover's body?
Jeanette Winterson
#85. Shuttered like a fan no-one suspects your shoulder blades of wings. While you lay on your belly I kneaded the hard edges of your flight. You are a fallen angel but still as the angels are; body light as a dragonfly, great gold wings cut across the sun.
Jeanette Winterson
#89. Fall for me, as an apple falls, as rain falls, because you must. Use gravity to anchor your desire.
Jeanette Winterson
#90. I think of love as a force of nature-as strog as the sun, as necessary, as impersonal, as gigantic, as impossible, as scorching as it is warming,as drought-making as it is life-giving.
Jeanette Winterson
#91. Whoever it is you fall in love with for the first time, not just love but be in love with, is the one who will always make you angry, the one you can't be logical about.
Jeanette Winterson
#93. She looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that's partly why they love me, and partly why they leave
Jeanette Winterson
#94. 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?
Jeanette Winterson
#95. We fear passion and laugh at too much love and those who love too much. And still we long to feel.
Jeanette Winterson
#98. 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. If you feel bad, send yourself a card. You must be worth it ...
Jeanette Winterson
#99. I love her."
"Then you do not love the Lord."
"Yes, I love both of them."
"You cannot."
"I do.
Jeanette Winterson
#100. He would love her if she were a wolf that tore out his heart. And he wondered what that said about love.
Jeanette Winterson
Famous Authors
Popular Topics
Scroll to Top
