Jeanette Winterson Quotes About Lying

• No hay muchas cosas que nos conmuevan, pero anhelamos que nos conmuevan. Nos quedamos despiertos por la noche deseando que la oscuridad se separe y nos muestre una visión.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Lying, Night, Long

  Jeanette Winterson (2007). “The Passion”, p.7, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

• I like the way the morning can be stormy and the afternoon clear and sparkly as a jewel in the water. Put your hand in the water to reach for a sea urchin or a sea shell, and the thing desired never quite lies where you had lined it up to be. The same is true of love. In prospect or contemplation, love is where it seems to be. Reach in to lift it out and your hand misses

  Jeanette Winterson

  Morning, Lying, Love Is

• In the library I felt better, words you could trust and look at till you understood them, they couldn't change half way through a sentence like people, so it was easier to spot a lie.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Lying, People, Library

  Jeanette Winterson (2007). “Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit”, p.72, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

• The continuous narrative of existence is a lie. There is no continuous narrative, there are lit-up moments, and the rest is dark.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Lying, Dark, Narrative

  Jeanette Winterson (2006). “Lighthousekeeping”, p.143, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Language always betrays us, tells the truth when we want to lie, and dissolves into formlessness when we would most like to be precise.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Lying, Want, Language

  Jeanette Winterson (2007). “Sexing the Cherry”, p.100, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

• Time that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Lying, Fall, Clouds

• There's no such thing as autobiography, there's only art and lies

  Jeanette Winterson

  Art, Lying, Autobiography

  Jeanette Winterson (1995). “Art & Lies : a Piece for Three Voices and a Bawd”, Vintage Canada

• ...vivir de otra manera, amar de otra manera, pensar de otra manera, o intentarlo. ¿Es tan grande el peligro de la belleza que es mejor vivir sin ella (el modelo estándar)? ¿O caer en sus brazos fuego contra fuego? No hay descubrimiento sin riesgo, y lo que arriesgas revela lo que valoras. Dentro del horror de Nagasaki e Hiroshima yace la belleza de Einstein E=MC al cuadrado

  Jeanette Winterson

  Mentir, Caer, Pensar

• Don’t lie. You know you like to view but not to buy. I have found that I am not a space where people want to live, at least not without decorating first. And that is the stubbornness in me: I do not want to be someone’s little home.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Lying, Home, Views

• Lies 1: There is only the present and nothing to remember. Lies 2: Time is a straight line. Lies 3: The difference between the past and the futures is that one has happened while the other has not. Lies 4: We can only be in one place at a time. Lies 5: Any proposition that contains the word 'finite' (the world, the universe, experience, ourselves...) Lies 6: Reality as something which can be agreed upon. Lies 7: Reality is truth.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Lying, Reality, Past

• You said, 'I'm going to leave him because my love for you makes any other life a lie.' I've hidden these words in the lining of my coat. I take them out like a jewel thief when no-one's watching. They haven't faded. Nothing about you has faded. You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it's not my own face I see. Your body is twice. Once you once me. Can I be sure which is which?

  Jeanette Winterson

  Lying, Mirrors, Blood

• The ancients believed in fate because they recognized how hard it is for anyone to change anything. The pull of past and future is so strong that the present is crushed by it. We lie helpless in the force of patterns inherited and patterns re-enacted by our own behavior. The burden is intolerable.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Strong, Lying, Fate

  Jeanette Winterson (2006). “Weight”, Canongate Books

• We're a lukewarm people for all our feast days and hard work. Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision. Our children frighten us in their intimacy, but we make sure they grow up like us. Lukewarm like us. On a night like this, hands and faces hot, we can believe that tomorrow will show us angels in jars and that the well-known woods will suddenly reveal another path.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Growing Up, Children, Lying

• The continuous narrative of existence is a lie. There is no continuous narrative, there are lit-up moments, and the rest is dark. When you look closely, the twenty-four hour day is framed into a moment; the still-life of the jerky amphetamine world. That woman-a pieta. Those men, rough angels with an unknown message. The children holding hands, spanning time. And in every still-life, there is a story, the story that tells you everything you need to know.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Children, Lying, Angel

  Jeanette Winterson (2006). “Lighthousekeeping”, p.143, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Túmbate a mi lado. Déjame ver la división de tus poros. Déjame ver la red de cicatrices hechas por las garras de tu familia y tú sus muebles. Déjame ver las heridas que ellos negaron. El campo de batalla de la vida familiar que ha sido tu cuerpo. Déjame ver las magulladas líneas rojas que señalan su campamento. Déjame ver el lugar desolado donde se han ido. Acuéstate a mi lado y deja que el ver sea sanador. No hay necesidad de esconderse. No hay necesidad de oscuridad ni de luz. Déjame verte tal como eres.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Lying, Healing, Light

  Jeanette Winterson (1995). “Art & Lies: A Piece for Three Voices and a Bawd”, Knopf

• Las historias verdaderas son las que quedan abiertas en la frontera, permitiendo un cruce, una frontera más. La última frontera es sólo ciencia ficción... no te lo creas. Como el universo, no tiene fin.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Lying, Believe, Borders

• Writing objects to the lie that life is small. Writing is a cell of energy. Writing defines itself. Writing draws its viewer in for longer than an instant. Writing exhibits boldness. Writing restores power to exalt, unnerve, shock, and transform us. Writing does not imitate life, it anticipates life.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Lying, Writing, Cells

• One of the many, many things I hate about war is how it trivializes the personal. The big themes, the broad sweep, the emergency measures, the national identity, all the things that a particular kind of man with a particular kind of power urge adores, these are the things that become important. War gives the lie to the personal, drowns it in meetings, alarms, sacrifices. The personal is only allowed to return as death.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Lying, Hate, War

• We [fiction writers] are much more of a maze than we are a motorway. Things are always in flux, they're always in movement, they're always twisting back on each other. I think the straight line is such a lie.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Lying, Thinking, Mazes

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• Creative work is incredibly difficult, and that is where the tests lie. Ordinary professionalism and twenty years' experience can accomplish a lot, but it can't access the hidden places. That still needs what it always needs - a condition of complete simplicity, costing not less than everything.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Lying, Years, Creative

• Cuando me fui de casa a los dieciséis años me compré una pequeña alfombra. Era mi mundo enrollable. En cualquier habitación, en cualquier lugar temporal que tuviera, desenrollaba la alfombra. Era un mapa de mí misma. Invisibles para los demás, pero guardados en la alfombra, estaban todos los lugares en los que había estado, durante unas semanas, durante unos meses. La primera noche en un lugar nuevo me gustaba tumbarme en la cama y mirar la alfombra para recordarme que tenía lo que necesitaba, aunque lo que tenía era muy poco. A veces hay que vivir en lugares precarios y temporales. Lugares inadecuados. Lugares equivocados. A veces el lugar seguro no te ayuda.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Lying, Home, Night

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