Mukeshimana Jeanette Quotes

I keep myself locked as a box when it matters, and broken open when it doesn't matter at all. ~ Jeanette Winterson

It is only habit and routine that makes the void look like purpose. ~ Jeanette Winterson

Why doesn't she want me? The sun is rising now, but it is 93,000,000 miles away and I can't get warm... She won't be cold. She has the sun inside her. ~ Jeanette Winterson

Adopted children are self-invented because we have to be; there is an absence, a void, a question mark at the very beginning of our lives. A crucial part of our story is gone, and violently, like a bomb in the womb ~ Jeanette Winterson

Autobiography is not important. Authenticity is important. The writer must fire herself through the text, be the molten stuff that welds together disparate elements. I believe there is always exposure, vulnerability, in the writing process, which is not to say it is either confessional or memoir. Simply, it is real. ~ Jeanette Winterson

She had other favourite lines. Our gas oven blew up. The repairman came out and said he didn't like the look of it, which was unsurprising as the oven and the wall were black. Mrs Winterson replied, 'It's a fault to heaven, a fault against the dead, and a fault to nature.' That is a heavy load for a gas oven to bear.
She liked that phrase and it was more than once used towards me; when some well-wisher asked how I was, Mrs W looked down and sighed, 'She's a fault to heaven, a fault against the dead, and a fault to nature.'
This was even worse for me than it had been for the gas oven. I was particularly worried about the 'dead' part, and wondered which buried and unfortunate relative I had so offended. ~ Jeanette Winterson

Writing is both bomb and bomb disposal-a necessary shattering of cliche and assumption, and a powerful defusing of the soul-destroying messages of modern life (that nothing matters, nothing changes, money is everything, etc). Writing is a state of being as well as an act of doing. ~ Jeanette Winterson

People want to have your blessings,
but they are not willing to serve the God
that gave you the blessings they desire. ~ Jeanette Coron

It is not the one thing nor the other that leads to madness, but the space in between them. ~ Jeanette Winterson

Cheer up ye saints of God,
There's nothing to worry about;
Nothing to make you feel afraid,
Nothing to make you doubt;
Remember Jesus saves you;
So why not trust him and shout,
You'll be sorry you worried at all, tomorrow,
morning. ~ Jeanette Winterson

No matter how dark the night may get, your light will never burn out. ~ Jeanette LeBlanc

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 as much and as hard as you can because one day in your life near the end, you may forget how it truly feels. ~ Jeanette Michelle

One room is always enough for one person. Two rooms is not enough for two people. That is one of the conundrums in life. ~ Jeanette Winterson

Unlike him she knew this and sat many hours with her head in her hands, I thought then, to make the words fall out. But the words did not fall out and her feelings hung inside her, preserved. ~ Jeanette Winterson

Every journey conceals another journey within its lines: the path not taken and the forgotten angle. ~ Jeanette Winterson

There's this world,' she banged the wall graphically, 'and there's this world,' she thumped her chest. 'If you want to make sense of either, you have to take notice of both. ~ Jeanette Winterson

To be ill adjusted to a deranged world is not a breakdown. ~ Jeanette Winterson

I live alone, with cats, books, pictures, fresh vegetables to cook, the garden, the hens to feed. ~ Jeanette Winterson

Energy cannot be lost, only transformed; where do the words go? ~ Jeanette Winterson

Love is nothing in tennis. But in life, it's everything. ~ Jeanette Murray

To live this life. To live it with wholeness and gratitude and trust. In the pain and the glory. In the mess and the grace. In the sacred and the desperation. This is the stuff of which real superheros are born. ~ Jeanette LeBlanc

I go to the bathroom. All my life I have been an orphan and an only child. Now I come from a big noisy family who go ballroom dancing and live forever. ~ Jeanette Winterson

He was always a little boy, and I am upset that I didn't look after him, upset that there are so many kids who never get looked after, and so they can't grow up. They can get older, but they can't grow up. That takes love. If you are lucky the love will come later. If you are lucky you won't hit love in the face. ~ Jeanette Winterson

The only selfish life is a timid one. ~ Jeanette Winterson

You are here and it hurts and the world feels impossibly heavy and you are shouting bargains at the moon and there is nobody else to hear you
It is the darkest night you've ever lived through
You've lived through.
You've lived.

Do you hear me?
You live.
You make it.
You survive. ~ Jeanette LeBlanc

The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down. ~ Jeanette Winterson

I say I'm in love with her. What does that mean?
It means I review my future and my past in the light of this feeling. It is as though I wrote in a foreign language that I am suddenly able to read. Wordlessly, she explains me to myself. LIke genius she is ignorant of what she does. ~ Jeanette Winterson

History is a madman's museum. ~ Jeanette Winterson

Art can make a difference because it pulls people up short. It says, don't accept things for their face value; you don't have to go along with any of this; you can think for yourself. ~ Jeanette Winterson

The past is a grenade that explodes when thrown. ~ Jeanette Winterson

If there's such a thing as spiritual adultery, my mother was a whore. ~ Jeanette Winterson

The inside and the outside of our lives are each the shell where we learn to live. ~ Jeanette Winterson

Our own front door can be a wonderful thing, or a sight we dread; rarely is it only a door. ~ Jeanette Winterson

I'm sure that people must say about me, on the screen, 'Good gracious, is Jeanette MacDonald going to take off her clothes - again? ~ Jeanette MacDonald

Often blessings and burdens comes hand in hand. The bigger the Crown the heavier the burden ~ Jeanette Coron

Unhappiness is selfish, grief is selfish. For whom are the tears? ~ Jeanette Winterson

I have shouted to God and the Virgin, but they have not shouted back and I'm not interested in the still small voice. Surely a god can meet passion with passion? ~ Jeanette Winterson

We are called to assist the Earth to heal her wounds and in the process heal our own-indeed, to embrace the whole creation in all it's diversity, beauty, and wonder. ~ Jeanette Winter

Walk with me, hand in hand through the neon and styrofoam. Walk the razor blades and the broken hearts. Walk the fortune and the fortune hunted. Walk the chop suey bars and the tract of stars.
I know I am a fool, hoping dirt and glory are both a kind of luminous paint; the humiliations and exaltations that light us up. I see like a bug, everything too large, the pressure of infinity hammering at my head. But how else to live, vertical that I am, pressed down and pressing up simultaneously? I cannot assume you will understand me. It is just as likely that as I invent what I want to say, you will invent what you want to hear. Some story we must have. Stray words on crumpled paper. A weak signal into the outer space of each other.
The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love. ~ Jeanette Winterson

History is not a suicide note
it is a record of our survival. ~ Jeanette Winterson

Love will not serve those who do not live for her, and in her, and to whom she is not the breath of life. ~ Jeanette Lee

Truth is a questioning place. ~ Jeanette Winterson

Adoption is outside. You act out what it feels like to be the one who doesn't belong. And you act it out by trying to do to others what has been done to you. It is impossible to believe anyone loves you for yourself.

I never believed that my parents loved me. I tried to love them but it didn't work. It has taken me a long time to learn how to love - both the giving and the receiving. I have written about love obsessively, forensically, and I know/knew it as the highest value.

I loved God of course, in the early days, and God loved me. That was something. And I loved animals and nature. And poetry. People were the problem. How do you love another person? How do you trust another person to love you?

I had no idea.
I thought that love was loss.
Why is the measure of love loss? ~ Jeanette Winterson

As he turned inwards she turned outwards, but while he wore his intensity like a garment, she slept in hers. ~ Jeanette Winterson

I drove to Oxford with my van full of petrol and tin cans, as I didn't know there were service stations on the motorway. I pulled up on the hard shoulder and got my cans out. Then I filled up and set off again. That's how naive I was - so much not a cosmopolitan girl. ~ Jeanette Winterson

Literature offers us all, writers and readers, the best method of discovering and retelling the changing story of ourselves. The story is both journey and surprise. And as everyone knows, even the past is altered, depending on, not the facts, but the interpretation. ~ Jeanette Winterson

In the space between chaos and shape there was another chance. ~ Jeanette Winterson