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Quotes About Connection

Bridges join but they also separate.
~ Jeanette Winterson
I want to hold this moment. I want to believe it. I want his love to have enough salt in it to float me. I don't want to be swimming for my life.
~ Jeanette Winterson
They never say, I love you with all my kidneys. I love you with my liver. They never say, my gall bladder is yours and yours alone. No one says, she broke my appendix.
~ Jeanette Winterson
He would love her if she were a wolf that tore out his heart. And he wondered what that said about love.
~ Jeanette Winterson
All I am saying is that love is not exclusively human.
~ Jeanette Winterson
I guess I'm afraid of not being like other people. No, that's not true. I'm not afraid of not being like other people. I'm afraid I won't find anybody who doesn't mind me not being like other people. I'm not ambitious for money or power. I want to find some real way to live.
~ Jeanette Winterson
A treasure had fallen into our hands and the treasure was each other.
~ Jeanette Winterson
I am always wondering about love.
~ Jeanette Winterson
If there is another life he will find her there.
~ Jeanette Winterson
Fall for me, as an apple falls, as rain falls, because you must. Use gravity to anchor your desire.
~ Jeanette Winterson
There's this world,' she banged the wall graphically, 'and there's this world,' she thumped her chest. 'If you want to make sense of either, you have to take notice of both.
~ Jeanette Winterson
And I notice too often that the most unfeeling of people relieve their shuttered hearts by cooing over babies, who when grown , will be the same people exploited or ignored.
~ Jeanette Winterson
I want to touch you.' 'And if you did touch me, what then?' 'I would find a language of beginning.
~ Jeanette Winterson
In the Torah, the Hebrew 'to know', often used in a sexual context, is not about facts but about connections. Knowledge, not as accumulation but as charge and discharge.
~ Jeanette Winterson
Where did love begin? What human being looked at another and saw in their face the forests and the sea? Was there a day, exhausted and weary, dragging home food, arms cut and scarred, that you saw yellow flowers and, not knowing what you did, picked them because I love you?
~ Jeanette Winterson
I think every work of art is an act of faith, or we wouldn't bother to do it. It is a message in a bottle, a shout in the dark. It's saying, 'I'm here and I believe that you are somewhere and that you will answer if necessary across time, not necessarily in my lifetime.
~ Jeanette Winterson
We fear passion and laugh at too much love and those who love too much. And still we long to feel.
~ Jeanette Winterson
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 love you' is always a quotation. You did not say it first and neither did I, yet when you say it and when I say it we speak like savages who have found three words and worship them.
~ Jeanette Winterson
Take two people. Slice lengthways. Boil with the lid on. Add a marriage, a past, another woman. Sugar to taste. Pass through a chance meeting. Lubricate sparingly. Serve on a bed of – or is it in a bed of –? Use fresh and top with raw emotion.
~ Jeanette Winterson
The words come at my call but who calls whom?
~ Jeanette Winterson
The past is magnetic. It draws us in.
~ Jeanette Winterson
I know the calcium of your cheekbones. I know the weapon of your jaw. I have held your head in my hands but I have never held you. Not you in your spaces, spirit, electrons of life.
~ Jeanette Winterson
I thought no one was talking to me and the others thought I wasn't talking to them.
~ Jeanette Winterson
Some people say that the best stories have no words. They weren't brought up to Lighthousekeeping. It is true that words drop away, and that the important things are often left unsaid. The important things are learned in faces, in gestures, not in our locked tongues. The true things are too big or too small, or in any case always the wrong size to fit the template called language.
~ Jeanette Winterson