Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there.
Famous Quotes from Jeanette Winterson
In that house you will find my heart. You must break in Henri and get it back for me.Was she mad We had been talking figuratively. Her heart was in her body like mine. I tried to explain this to her but she took my hand and put it against her chest.Feel for yourself.
Love they say enslaves and passion is a demon and many have been lost for love. I know this is true but I know too that without love we grope the tunnels of our lives and never see the sun. When I fell in love it was as though I looked into a mirror for the first time and saw myself. I lifted my hand in bewilderment and felt my cheeks my neck. This was me. And when I had looked at myself and grown accustomed to who I was I was not afraid to hate parts of me because I wanted to be worthy of the mirror bearer.
Why is the measure of love loss
Love demands expression. It will not stay still stay silent be good be modest be seen and not heard no. It will break out in tongues of praise the high note that smashes the glass and spills the liquid.
You said I love you. Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear I love you is always a quotation. You did not say it first and neither did I yet when you say it and when I say it we speak like savages who have found three words and worship them.
I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is as strong as death and be on my side forever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me.
Perhaps all romance is like that not a contract between equal parties but an explosion of dreams and desires that can find no outlet in everyday life. Only a drama will do and while the fireworks last the sky is a different colour.
Many waters cannot quench love neither can floods drown it. What then kills love Only this Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for you the table spread for you. To choose you out of habit not desire to pass the flower seller without a thought. To leave the dishes unwashed the bed unmade to ignore you in the mornings make use of you at night. To crave another while pecking your cheek. To say your name without hearing it to assume it is mine to call.
What should I do about the wild and the tame The wild heart that wants to be free and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I dont want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I dont want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.