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    Jeanette Winterson
    “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.”
    Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body
    tags: love

  • #2
    Jeanette Winterson
    “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, Written on the Body

  • #3
    Jeanette Winterson
    “Love is the one thing stronger than desire and the only proper reason to resist temptation.”
    Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

  • #4
    Jeanette Winterson
    “Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have scored your name into my shoulders, referenced me with your mark. The pads of your fingers have become printing blocks, you tap a message on to my skin, tap meaning into my body.”
    Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

  • #5
    Jeanette Winterson
    “Her butler opened it for her. His name was Boredom. She said, 'Boredom, fetch me a plaything.' He said 'Very good ma'am,' and putting on his white gloves so that fingerprints would not show he tapped at my heart and I thought he said his name was Love. ”
    Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

  • #6
    Jeanette Winterson
    “I have a head for heights it's true, but no stomach for the depths. Strange then to have plumbed so many.”
    Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

  • #7
    Jeanette Winterson
    “Odd to think that the piece of you I know best is already dead. The cells on the surface of your skin are thin and flat without the blood vessels or nerve endings. Dead cells, thickest on the palms of your hands and the soles of your feet.”
    Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body



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