Quotes from Jeanette Winterson

Trust me, I'm telling you stories. ... I can change the story. I am the story.

Trust me, I'm telling you stories.

Trust your creativity.

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.

The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love.

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.

You said, 'I love you.' Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear?

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.

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

I am not tempted by God but I love his trappings.

We fear passion and laugh at too much love and those who love too much. And still we long to feel.

Whatever is powerful to you can be translated into something which will matter to somebody that you will never know.

Confidence and superiority: It's the usual fundamentalist stuff: I've got the truth, and you haven't.

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.

Strange to dream in the right shape and build in the wrong shape, but maybe that is what we do every day, never believing that a dream could tell the truth.

There are three kinds of big endings: Revenge. Tragedy. Forgiveness. Revenge and Tragedy often happen together.Forgiveness unblocks the future." (p.225)

The journey is about coming home....There is always the return. And the wound will take you there. It is a blood-trail." (p. 220, 222)

Love is an experiment ... what happens next is always surprising.

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.

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.

In the presence of love, hearth and quest become one.

We live in a world of buy it or leave it. Love does not signify.

Love ... Just Nature's way of getting one person to pay the bills for another person.

Capacity for love in its higher forms seems to be peculiarly human although even in humans it is still peculiar.