They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?
Jeanette WintersonTag: inspirational
Only a fool tries to reconstruct a bunch of grapes from a bottle of wine.
Jeanette WintersonI have a theory that every time you make an important choice, the part of you left behind continues the other life you could have had.
Jeanette WintersonThe body shuts down when it has too much to bear; goes its own way quietly inside, waiting for a better time, leaving you numb and half alive.
Jeanette WintersonWhen I say 'I will be true to you' I am drawing a quiet space beyond the reach of other desires.
Jeanette WintersonTag: fidelity
Their throats were bare for God.
Jeanette WintersonWhen she bleeds the smells I know change colour. There is iron in her soul on those days. She smells like a gun.
Jeanette WintersonTag: menstruation
Fragile creatures of a small blue planet, surrounded by light years of silent space.
Jeanette WintersonLove is the one thing stronger than desire and the only proper reason to resist temptation.
Jeanette WintersonWhen my friend Melot set the trap, I think I knew it. I turned to death full face, as I had turned to love with my whole body. I would let death enter me as you had entered me. You had crept along my blood vessels through the wound, and the blood that circulates returns to the heart. You circulated me, you made me blush like a girl in the hoop of your hands. You were in my arteries and my lymph, you were the colour just under my skin, and if I cut myself, it was you I bled. Red Isolde, alive on my fingers, and always the force of blood pushing you back to my heart.
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