Jeanette Winterson Quotes

Love. The reason I dislike that word is that it means too much for me, far more than you can understand." - Anna Karenina {Anna Karenina}

Love is the most dangerous thing in the world.

Love is every bit as violent and dangerous as murder.

Maybe love, too, is beautiful because it has a wildness that cannot be tamed. I don't know. All I know is that passion can take you up like a house of cards in a tornado, leaving destruction in its wake. Or it can let you alone because you've built a stone wall against it, set out the armed guards to keep it from touching you. The real trick is not to let it in, but to hold on. To understand that the heart is as wide and vast as the universe, but that we come to know it best from here, this place is gravity and stability, where out feet can still touch ground.

A real flame of love is a subtle thing. It burns as a will-o'-the-wisp, dancing onward to fairy lands of delight. It roars as a furnace. Too often jealousy is the quality upon which it feeds.

Yes, it's crazy. Love is either crazy or it's nothing at all.

With subtle and finely-wrought temperaments it is always so. Their strong passions must either bruise or bend. They either slay the man, or themselves die. Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and the sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude.

When you first fall in love, it's supposed to be awful. Awful, uncertain, scary, wonderful, confusing, all at once. That's how you know it's real. You have to care deeply. Passionately. That hurts.

Love is a dangerous angel.

Love is a fever," she said. "And when you come out of it you'll discover whether you've been lucky - or not.

Love, the simplest, strongest, and most unforgiving of all emotions.

The only love that feels like love is the doomed kind. (Fun fact.)

Real love is always chaotic. You lose control; you lose perspective. You lose the ability to protect yourself. The greater the love, the greater the chaos. It’s a given and that’s the secret.

Jealousy is not contemptible, real love has a beak and claws.

Murder is born of love, and love attains the greatest intensity in murder.

Love is a dangerous commodity - fraught with peril.

Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is, and I didn't know this either, but love don't make things nice - it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren't here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and *die*. The storybooks are *bullshit*. Now I want you to come upstairs with me and *get* in my bed!

Love is so much more deadly than I had thought, love is so much inherent as the very lack, and we are guaranteed by a need to be renewed continuously. Love is now, is forever. There is just the blow of grace - call it passion.

Augustus Waters," I said, looking up at him, thinking that you cannot kiss anyone in the Anne Frank House, and then thinking that Anne Frank, after all, kissed someone in the Anne Frank House, and that she would probably like nothing more than for her home to have become a place where the young and irreparably broken sink into love.

true love is felonious… You take someone’s breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.

Passion is like the lightning, it is beautiful, and it links the earth to heaven, but alas it blinds!

Love is so small it can tear itself through the eye of a needle

Love can complete you. It can also destroy you.

The seeds of love have taken hold and if we won't burn together, I'll burn alone.

Passion alone could destroy passion. All the thinking in the world could not make so much as a dent in its surface.