Jeanette Winterson Quotes

The pleasures of love are always in proportion to our fears.

I love a bit of passion.

We fear passion and laugh at too much love and those who love too much. And still we long to feel.

I really want to fall in love.

To shy away from human extremes and human sensuality makes for bone-dry fiction. A world parched of our sexual releases and our tumultuous daily emotional lives is deeply impoverished. It is not lifelike, at least life as I remember living it.

You fall in love, and it completely consumes you.

What's powerful about a love scene is not seeing the act. It's seeing the passion, the need, the desire, the caring, the fear.

I write about sex, not love. What do I know about love?

Love is a really scary thing, and you never know what's going to happen. It's one of the most beautiful things in life, but it's one of the most terrifying. It's worth the fear because you have more knowledge, experience, you learn from people, and you have memories.

I think being able to really fall in love with someone is the craziest thing that could ever happen. You know, allowing yourself to really go there and really feel those things is extremely scary.

I deliberately wrote a poem in my last book where I was suggesting that there are other passions as great as or more important than the passion of sex.

The beginning of love is a horror of emptiness.

I would kiss you, had I the courage.

Love is the strongest and most fragile thing we have in life.

What's the difference between male and female passion? If love is a drug, what are its side effects? Rhye makes chill-out music, but it never quite lets your mind switch off.

Who loves, raves.

Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere.

Kissing is kind of scary.

There's not much difference between love and hate.

There is something about sex that always brings out the funny in me. I think it's because we make such fools of ourselves over it.

There's something frightening about finding a woman who would take your heart.

Anyone can fall in love.

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

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.