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thisearthlyrideI recently read "The Passion" by Jeanette Winterson. What a fantastic book- lyrical and intricately woven. It was a nice surprise after attempting "Sexing the Cherry" and finding it a struggle to slog through. Here are some of my favorite quotes:
They say that every snowflake is different If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?
There's no pawnshop for the heart. You can't take it in and leave it awhile in a clean cloth and redeem it in better times.
Love it seems can survive even a war and a zero winter. Like the snow-raspberries, our host explained, love is like that, and he told us how these flimsy delicacies appear always in February, whatever the weather, whatever the prospects. No one knows why, when pines are withered at the roots and rough sheep have to be kept indoors, these impossible hot-house things still grow.
I looked at my palms trying to see the other life, the parallel life... Is this the explanation then when we meet someone we do not know and feel straight away that we have always known them?.. Perhaps our lives are spread out around us like a fan and we can only know one life, but by mistake sense others.
Whoever it is you fall in love with for the first time, not just love but be in love with, is the one who will always make you angry, the one you can't be logical about. It may be that you are settled in another place, it may be that you are happy, but the one who took your heart wields final power.
Passion will work in the fields for seven years for the beloved and on being cheated work for seven more, but passion, because it is noble, will not long accept another's left-overs.
The mystics and churchmen talk about throwing off this body and its desires, being no longer a slave to the flesh. They don't say that through the flesh we are set free. That our desire for another will lift us out of ourselves more cleanly than anything divine.
They say that every snowflake is different If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?
There's no pawnshop for the heart. You can't take it in and leave it awhile in a clean cloth and redeem it in better times.
Love it seems can survive even a war and a zero winter. Like the snow-raspberries, our host explained, love is like that, and he told us how these flimsy delicacies appear always in February, whatever the weather, whatever the prospects. No one knows why, when pines are withered at the roots and rough sheep have to be kept indoors, these impossible hot-house things still grow.
I looked at my palms trying to see the other life, the parallel life... Is this the explanation then when we meet someone we do not know and feel straight away that we have always known them?.. Perhaps our lives are spread out around us like a fan and we can only know one life, but by mistake sense others.
Whoever it is you fall in love with for the first time, not just love but be in love with, is the one who will always make you angry, the one you can't be logical about. It may be that you are settled in another place, it may be that you are happy, but the one who took your heart wields final power.
Passion will work in the fields for seven years for the beloved and on being cheated work for seven more, but passion, because it is noble, will not long accept another's left-overs.
The mystics and churchmen talk about throwing off this body and its desires, being no longer a slave to the flesh. They don't say that through the flesh we are set free. That our desire for another will lift us out of ourselves more cleanly than anything divine.
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Date: 2007-02-05 11:06 pm (UTC)"'Explore me,' you said and I collected my ropes, flasks and maps, expecting to be back home soon. I dropped into the mass of you and cannot find my way out. Sometimes I think I am free, coughed up like Jonah from the whale, but then I turn a corner and recognise myself again. Myself in your skin, myself lodged in your bones, myself floating in the cavities that decorate every surgeon's wall. That is how i know you. You are what I know..."
I couldn;t get through Sexing the Cherry, but Oranges is next on my list :)
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