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?
~ Jeanette Winterson, British Novelist
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Jeanette Winterson's Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit, The Stone Gods, and Written on the Body on GoogleBooks
Profile on Guardian (and Winterson's columns)
Susana Onega's Jeanette Winterson (Manchester University Press, 2006) on GoogleBooks
Lauren Eilkin, "How Jeanette Winterson Makes Fiction" in The Quarterly Conversation, July 26, 2010
"How We Met: Jeanette Winterson & Natalie Clein" in The Independent, August 1, 2010 (Natalie Clein is a classical cellist.)
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4 comments:
Beautiful!
It is the uniqueness of every snowflat, that keeps me filled with wonder -- great quote!
Thanks my lovely friend.
So beautiful I shared it on Facebook and added it to my quotes. Thanks!
Such a beautiful quote. Yes, it is true, the more we open our eyes to the miraculous beauty of the world, the harder it is to get things "done"...but being and doing must go hand in hand, or the intention of doing becomes shallowed and shadowed.
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