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Raynor Winn

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Raynor Winn


Full Name and Common Aliases


Raynor Winn is a British author and journalist, best known for her books on true crime and personal stories of resilience.

Birth and Death Dates


Born in 1972, exact birthdate not publicly disclosed. There is no record of her passing.

Nationality and Profession(s)


British author and journalist

Early Life and Background


Raynor Winn was born in the UK and grew up in a family that valued education and literature. She developed an interest in writing at an early age and went on to study English Literature at university. After completing her studies, she began working as a journalist, covering various beats including true crime.

Major Accomplishments


Winn's breakthrough came with the publication of her book "The Ratline: Love, Drugs, Depression, and the Straightjacket Society," which examines the intersection of mental health and society. Her subsequent work, "The Salt Path," recounts her experience walking the 630-mile South West Coast Path in England after losing her home and business due to financial difficulties.

Notable Works or Actions


- "The Ratline: Love, Drugs, Depression, and the Straightjacket Society" (2019)
- "The Salt Path" (2018) - a memoir about her experiences walking the South West Coast Path
- Regular contributor to publications such as The Guardian and The Independent

Impact and Legacy


Raynor Winn's work has had a significant impact on readers worldwide. Her books offer unique perspectives on personal resilience, mental health, and human relationships. Through her writing, she challenges societal norms and encourages introspection.

Why They Are Widely Quoted or Remembered


Winn is widely quoted and remembered for her thought-provoking insights into the human experience. Her stories of overcoming adversity, coupled with her keen observations on society's flaws, have made her a respected voice in contemporary literature.

Quotes by Raynor Winn

Living with a death sentence, having no idea when it will be enacted, is to straddle a void. Every word or gesture, every breath of wind or drop of rain matters to a painful degree.
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Living with a death sentence, having no idea when it will be enacted, is to straddle a void. Every word or gesture, every breath of wind or drop of rain matters to a painful degree.
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How good a wave is depends on what nature’s doing. It starts to pick up when the wind blows on the water, way out at sea, then it’s all down to how strong that wind is, how long it blows for and how far it travels across the water – we call that the fetch. A big wind, a long fetch, a good stretch of coastline and you’ve got it, you’re barrelling. Pg 130
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How good a wave is depends on what nature’s doing. It starts to pick up when the wind blows on the water, way out at sea, then it’s all down to how strong that wind is, how long it blows for and how far it travels across the water – we call that the fetch. A big wind, a long fetch, a good stretch of coastline and you’ve got it, you’re barrelling. Pg 130
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We lay in the tent at the edge of Lyme Regis, on a patch of grass between the lobster pots and the chalets, and let death in.
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We lay in the tent at the edge of Lyme Regis, on a patch of grass between the lobster pots and the chalets, and let death in.
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#terminal-illness
If we hadn’t done this there’d always have been things we wouldn't have known, a part of ourselves we wouldn't have found, resilience we didn't know we had.
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If we hadn’t done this there’d always have been things we wouldn't have known, a part of ourselves we wouldn't have found, resilience we didn't know we had.
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#resilience
Don’t let her deceive you; she looks slow, but if I turn my head, puff, she’s gone. Then I have to get the lettuce out and sit and wait; eventually she’ll smell it and come to it, but it can take hours. Pg 270
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Don’t let her deceive you; she looks slow, but if I turn my head, puff, she’s gone. Then I have to get the lettuce out and sit and wait; eventually she’ll smell it and come to it, but it can take hours. Pg 270
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There’s talk of them clear-felling the forest; the purists want to return it to indigenous heath, like it would have been in Thomas Hardy’s day… But the pines have been here for so long. They’re as much a part of the landscape now a the old woods are. I know it’s too dark for much life in here, but there’s buzzrds, they nest here every year, and foxes, badgers, woodcock, and sloe worms and adders in the heath at the edge and in the clearings. Where will the buzzards go? It’s their home. Pg 236
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There’s talk of them clear-felling the forest; the purists want to return it to indigenous heath, like it would have been in Thomas Hardy’s day… But the pines have been here for so long. They’re as much a part of the landscape now a the old woods are. I know it’s too dark for much life in here, but there’s buzzrds, they nest here every year, and foxes, badgers, woodcock, and sloe worms and adders in the heath at the edge and in the clearings. Where will the buzzards go? It’s their home. Pg 236
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Life is now, this minute, it’s all we have. It’s all we need. Pg 121
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Life is now, this minute, it’s all we have. It’s all we need. Pg 121
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#being-present
Had I seen enough things? When I could no longer see them, would I remember them, and would just the memory be enough to fill me up and make me whole?... Could anyone ever have enough memories?
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Had I seen enough things? When I could no longer see them, would I remember them, and would just the memory be enough to fill me up and make me whole?... Could anyone ever have enough memories?
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#memories
At last I understood what homelessness had done for me. It had taken every material thing that I had and left me stripped bare, a blank page at the end of a partly written book. It had also given me a choice, either to leave that page blank or to keep writing the story with hope. I chose hope.
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At last I understood what homelessness had done for me. It had taken every material thing that I had and left me stripped bare, a blank page at the end of a partly written book. It had also given me a choice, either to leave that page blank or to keep writing the story with hope. I chose hope.
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#homelessness
If they (UK homeless) - we - all stood together, men, women, children, we would look very different to one man alone in a shop doorway, addicted to anything that gives him a means of escape. How would we be viewed then? .... Refugees from western civilisation, cut adrift from life in a boat that rarely finds a harbour.
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If they (UK homeless) - we - all stood together, men, women, children, we would look very different to one man alone in a shop doorway, addicted to anything that gives him a means of escape. How would we be viewed then? .... Refugees from western civilisation, cut adrift from life in a boat that rarely finds a harbour.
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#homelessness
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