Showing posts with label Jeanette Winterson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jeanette Winterson. Show all posts

March 3, 2012

"Time that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone."


– Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

February 19, 2012

"I knew it like destiny, and at the same time, I knew it as choice."


–Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

February 6, 2012

"Food, fire, walks, dreams, cold, sleep, love, slowness, time, quiet, books, seasons – all these things, which are not really things, but moments of life – take on a different quality at night-time, where the moon reflects the light of the sun, and we have time to reflect what life is to us, knowing that it passes, and that every bit of it, in its change and its difference, is the here and now of what we have.

Life is too short to be all daylight. Night is not less; it’s more."



– Jeanette Winterson, from "Why I Adore the Night" (with thanks to Growing Orbits)