Jeanette Winterson Quotes About Home

Quotes about: Home

• Books, for me, are a home. Books don’t make a home – they are one, in the sense that just as you do with a door, you open a book, and you go inside. Inside there is a different kind of time and a different kind of space.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Book, Home, Doors

• The curious are always in some danger. If you are curious you might never come home.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Home, Literature, Might

  Jeanette Winterson (2007). “Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit”, p.94, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

• There are many forms of love and affection, some people can spend their whole lives together without knowing each other's names. Naming is a difficult and time-consuming process; it concerns essences, and it means power. But on the wild nights who can call you home? Only the one who knows your name.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Home, Mean, Night

  Jeanette Winterson (2007). “Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit”, p.170, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

• I don't hate men, I just wish they'd try harder. Theyall want to be heroes and all we want is for them to stay at home and help with the housework and the kids. That's not the kind of heroism they enjoy.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Hate, Hero, Kids

  1989 Sexing the Cherry.

• What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don't want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don't want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Home, Heart, Night

• In the antiseptic world we try to purge ourselves of difficult things. Don't dwell on it, switch off the light and go home. But this is home. I have to be a home to myself. I am the place I come back to and I can't keep hiding difficult things in trunks. Soon the house will be full of trunks and I perched on top of them with the phone saying, "Yes, I'm fine, of course, I'm fine, everything's fine." The trunks shudder.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Home, Phones, Light

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

• Don’t lie. You know you like to view but not to buy. I have found that I am not a space where people want to live, at least not without decorating first. And that is the stubbornness in me: I do not want to be someone’s little home.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Lying, Home, Views

• Explore me' you said and I collected my ropes, flasks and maps, expecting to be back home soon. I dropped into the mass of you and I cannot find the way out. Sometimes I think I’m free, coughed up like Jonah from the whale, but then I turn a corner and recognise myself again. Myself in your skin, myself lodged in your bones, myself floating in the cavities that decorate every surgeon’s wall. That is how I know you. You are what I know.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Wall, Home, Thinking

  Jeanette Winterson (2013). “Written On The Body”, p.120, Random House

• The truth is that you can divide your heart in all sorts of interesting ways - a little here, a little there, most banked at home, some of it coined out for a flutter. But love cleaves through the mind's mathematics. Love's lengthways splits the heart in two - the heart where you are, the heart where you want to be. How will you heal your heart when love has split it in two?

  Jeanette Winterson

  Home, Heart, Two

• 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? In the fossil record of our existence, there is no trace of love. You cannot find it held in the earth's crust, waiting to be discovered. The long bones of our ancestors show nothing of their hearts.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Flower, Love You, Home

  Jeanette Winterson (2006). “Lighthousekeeping”, p.179, HMH

• I'm always nervous about going home, just as I am nervous about rereading books that have meant a lot to me.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Book, Home, Rereading

• What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Home, Heart, Want

  Jeanette Winterson (2006). “Lighthousekeeping”, p.207, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• When I left home at sixteen I bought a small rug. It was my roll-up world. Whatever room, whatever temporary place I had, I unrolled the rug. It was a map of myself. Invisible to others, but held in the rug, were all the places I had stayed - for a few weeks, for a few months. On the first night anywhere new I liked to lie in bed and look at the rug to remind myself that I had what I needed even though what I had was so little. Sometimes you have to live in precarious and temporary places. Unsuitable places. Wrong places. Sometimes the safe place won’t help you.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Lying, Home, Night

• When my husband had an affair with someone else I watched his eyes glaze over when we ate dinner together and I heard him singing to himself without me, and when he tended the garden it was not for me. He was courteous and polite; he enjoyed being at home, but in the fantasy of his home I was not the one who sat opposite him and laughed at his jokes. He didn't want to change anything; he liked his life. The only thing he wanted to change was me.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Husband, Home, Eye

  Jeanette Winterson (2007). “Sexing the Cherry”, p.58, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

• Working-class families in the north of England used to hear the 1611 Bible regularly at church and at home ... for us, the language didn't seem too difficult. I especially liked 'the quick and the dead' - you really get a feel for the difference if you live in a house with mice and a mousetrap.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Death, Home, Class

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