Jeanette Winterson Quotes

Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one's bath like a lump of sugar.

Even as a kid, I saw the world in my own way and thought most things that were different were beautiful and magical. Even things that other people thought were horrifying and disgusting and weird.

The world is a strange and wonderful place.

I love that although the world is a dangerous place, I still find it to be beautiful.

I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too. I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wondering awed about on a splintered wreck I've come to care for, whose gnawed trees breathe a delicate air, whose bloodied and scarred creatures are my dearest companions, and whose beauty bats and shines not in its imperfections but overwhelmingly in spite of them.

One day you're waiting for the sky to fall, The next you're dazzled by the beauty of it all.

The miracle is this: that you will rise in the morning and be able to see again the startling beauty of the day.

Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can't cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It's just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.

If every one were cast in the same mould, there would be no such thing as beauty.

It's the Joshua tree's struggle that gives it its beauty.

I was curious, given the swimming pools of booze I’ve guzzled over the years - not to mention all of the cocaine, morphine, sleeping pills, cough syrup, LSD, Rohypnol… there’s really no plausible medical reason why I should still be alive. Maybe my DNA could say why.

We fell. We got up. We ran.

Whatever life may be, and whatever horror men have made of it, the world is a lovely place, a magic place, something to marvel over. The world is an amazing place.

But if objects for gratitude and admiration are our desire, do they not present themselves every hour to our eyes?

I held you in my hands, Wanderer, and you were beautiful.

The beauty's in the scars.

Every cripple has his own way of walking.

Survival, I know, is to begin again.

Science is no more than an investigation of a miracle we can never explain, and art is an interpretation of that miracle.

When windows shatter through a bomb, we will repair it next week because we are Afghans. That's the spirit.

It's the imperfections that make something beautiful, that's what makes it different and unique from everything else.

Everyone of you has a health that is unique and totally different from everybody else. Completely! Because we... are all like snowflakes.

Bad things are like waves. They're going to happen to you, and there's nothing you can do about it. They're part of life, like waves are a part of the ocean. If you're standing on the shoreline, you don't know when the waves are coming. But they'll come. You gotta make sure you get back to the surface, after every wave. That's all.

In life, no two days are the same for me. It's like a snowflake.

It's been stress and drama for a long time now, man. So much has happened. I got shot five times by some dudes who were trying to rub me out. But God is great. He let me come back. But, when I look at the last few years, it's not like everybody just did me wrong. I made some mistakes. But I'm ready to move on.