Jeanette Winterson Quotes About Children

Quotes about: Children

• I was happy but happy is an adult word. You don't have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not. Talking about it is the same as trying to catch the wind. Much easier to let it blow all over you.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Children, Blow, Talking

  Jeanette Winterson (2007). “The Passion”, p.25, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

• What it means to be human is to bring up your children in safety, educate them, keep them healthy, teach them how to care for themselves and others, allow them to develop in their own way among adults who are sane and responsibile, who know the value of the world and not its economic potential. It means art, it means time, it means all the invisibles never counted by the GDP and the census figures. It means knowing that life has an inside as well as an outside. And I think it means love.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Art, Children, Mean

• Tell me the story, Pew. . . . It was a woman. You always say that. There's always a woman somewhere, child; a princess, a witch, a stepmother, a mermaid, a fairy godmother, or one as wicked as she is beautiful, or as beautiful as she is good. Is that the complete list? Then there is the woman you love. Who's she? That's another story.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Beauty, Beautiful, Children

  Jeanette Winterson (2006). “Lighthousekeeping”, p.82, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Tell me a story, Pew. What kind of story, child? A story with a happy ending. There’s no such thing in all the world. As a happy ending? As an ending.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Children, Stories, World

  Jeanette Winterson (2006). “Lighthousekeeping”, p.58, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• When a woman gives birth her waters break and she pours out the child and the child runs free.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Funny, Uplifting, Running

  Jeanette Winterson (2007). “Sexing the Cherry”, p.4, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

• Children, I suppose, are always unfinished business: they begin as part of your own body, and continue as separate as another continent.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Inspirational, Children, Kids

• 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

  Love, Children, Men

• Don't regret your life, child, it will pass soon enough.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Children, Regret, Soon Enough

  Jeanette Winterson (2006). “Lighthousekeeping”, p.116, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• He doubted her. You must never doubt the one you love. But they might not be telling the truth. Never mind that. You tell them the truth. What do you mean? You can't be another person's honesty, child, but you can be your own. So what should I say? When? When I love someone? You should say it.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Children, Honesty, Mean

  Jeanette Winterson (2006). “Lighthousekeeping”, p.94, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• There are two facts that all children need to disprove sooner or later; mother and father. If you go on believing in the fiction of your own parents, it is difficult to construct any narrative of your own.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Mother, Children, Father

  Jeanette Winterson (2006). “Weight”, Canongate Books

• The continuous narrative of existence is a lie. There is no continuous narrative, there are lit-up moments, and the rest is dark. When you look closely, the twenty-four hour day is framed into a moment; the still-life of the jerky amphetamine world. That woman-a pieta. Those men, rough angels with an unknown message. The children holding hands, spanning time. And in every still-life, there is a story, the story that tells you everything you need to know.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Children, Lying, Angel

  Jeanette Winterson (2006). “Lighthousekeeping”, p.143, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• We're a lukewarm people for all our feast days and hard work. Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision. Our children frighten us in their intimacy, but we make sure they grow up like us. Lukewarm like us. On a night like this, hands and faces hot, we can believe that tomorrow will show us angels in jars and that the well-known woods will suddenly reveal another path.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Growing Up, Children, Lying

• She hated being a nobody and like all children, adopted or not, I have had to live out some of her unlived life. We do that for our parents - we don't really have any choice.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Children, Choices, Parent

  "Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?". Book by Jeanette Winterson, 2012.

• Unconditional love is what a child should expect from a parent even though it rarely works out that way.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Children, Unconditional Love, Love Is

• Our broken society is not born out of the triumph of the individual, but out of his effacement. He vanishes, she vanishes, ask them who they are and they will offer you a wallet or a child.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Children, Broken, Triumph

  Jeanette Winterson (1995). “Art & Lies: A Piece for Three Voices and a Bawd”, Knopf

• Even death after a long illness is without warning. The moment you had prepared for so carefully took you by storm. The troops broke through the window and snatched the body and the body is gone. ... Death reduces us to the baffled logic of a small child. If yesterday why not today?

  Jeanette Winterson

  Death, Children, Yesterday

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