1,104 Quotes by Jeanette Winterson

Her suffering was her armour. Gradually it became her skin. Then she could not take it off.

We live as best we may in a world of worms.

The true nature of the world is energy not mass.

What is it about intimacy that makes it so very disturbing?

Art is enchantment and artists have the right of spells. ... The success of later Shakespeare is the success of spells, where every element, however uneven, however incredible, is fastened to the next with perfect authority. The enchanted world shimmers but does not waver. A Midsummer Night's Dream is the first of his plays to accomplish this, The Tempest is enchantment's apotheosis.

I discover that grief means living with someone who is no longer there.

All of one’s life is a struggle towards that; the narrow path between freedom and belonging. I have sometimes sacrificed freedom in order to belong, but more often I have given up all hope of belonging.

I have sometimes sacrificed freedom in order to belong, but more often I have given up all hope of belonging.

Sanity is the thread through the labyrinth of the Minotaur. Once cut, or unravelled, all that lies in wait are gloomy tunnels unfathomable by any map, and what hides there is a beast in human form, wearing our own face.We are what we fear.