Jeanette Winterson Quotes About Water

Quotes about: Water

• I like the way the morning can be stormy and the afternoon clear and sparkly as a jewel in the water. Put your hand in the water to reach for a sea urchin or a sea shell, and the thing desired never quite lies where you had lined it up to be. The same is true of love. In prospect or contemplation, love is where it seems to be. Reach in to lift it out and your hand misses

  Jeanette Winterson

  Morning, Lying, Love Is

• Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. What then kills love? Only this: Neglect.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Love, Water, Neglect

  Jeanette Winterson (2013). “Written On The Body”, p.186, Random House

• 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.

• In a vacuum all photons travel at the same speed. They slow down when travelling through air or water or glass. Photons of different energies are slowed down at different rates. If Tolstoy had known this, would he have recognised the terrible untruth at the beginning of Anna Karenina? 'All happy families are alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own particular way.' In fact it's the other way around. Happiness is a specific. Misery is a generalisation. People usually know exactly why they are happy. They very rarely know why they are miserable.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Glasses, Air, People

  "Written on the Body". Book by Jeanette Winterson, 1992.

• You are a pool of clear water where the light plays

  Jeanette Winterson

  Light, Play, Water

  Jeanette Winterson (2013). “Written On The Body”, p.85, Random House

• If you should leave me, my heart will turn to water and flood away.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Heart, Water, Should

  Jeanette Winterson (2011). “The Passion”, p.76, Random House

• I have set off and found that there is no end to even the simplest journey of the mind. I begin, and straight away a hundred alternative routes present themselves. I choose one, no sooner begin, than a hundred more appear. Every time I try to narrow down my intent I expand it, and yet those straits and canals still lead me to the open sea, and then I realize how vast it all is, this matter of the mind. I am confounded by the shining water and the size of the world.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Journey, Sea, Water

  Jeanette Winterson (2007). “Sexing the Cherry”, p.115, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

• I was the place where you anchored. I was the deep water where you could be weightless. I was the surface where you saw your own reflection. You scooped me up in your hands.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Reflection, Hands, Deep Water

• We didn't build our bridges simply to avoid walking on water. Nothing so obvious. A bridge is a meeting place. A neutral place. A casual place. Enemies will choose to meet on a bridge and end their quarrel in that void... For lovers, a bridge is a possibility, a metaphor of their chances. And for the traffic in whispered goods, where else but a bridge in the night?

  Jeanette Winterson

  Night, Bridges, Water

  Jeanette Winterson (2007). “The Passion”, p.57, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

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