Jeanette Quotes

The poet will not be satisfied with recording, the poet will have to transform.

Love is an experiment ... what happens next is always surprising.

Love ... Just Nature's way of getting one person to pay the bills for another person.

Misery pulls away the brackets of life leaving you to free fall.

Meatspace still has some advantages for a carbon-based girl.

I think we are worlds compressed into human form.

Make three wishes and they shall all come true. Make three hundred and I will honour every one

I wanted to cause trouble, but I know now it stays with you.

In therapy , the therapist acts as a container for what we daren't let out, because it is so scary, or what lets itself out every so often, and lays waste to our lives.

Birth is a shipwreck, the mewling infant shored on unknown land.

When I was born, my father wanted to drown me, but my mother persuaded him to let me live in disguise, to see if I could bring any wealth to the household.

You cannot disown what is yours. Flung out, there is always the return, the reckoning, the revenge, perhaps the reconciliation. There is always the return.

Even the most solid of things, and the most real, the best-loved and the well-known, are only hand shadows on the wall. Empty space and points of light.

The Humans is a laugh-and-cry book. Troubling, thrilling, puzzling, believable and impossible. Matt Haig uses words like a tin-opener. We are the tin.

Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not.

Y'know, Nature's unpredictable -- that's why we had to tame her. Maybe we went too far, but in principle we made the right decision.

Passion is not well bred.

When we let ourselves respond to poetry, to music, to pictures, we are clearing a space where new stories can root, in effect we are clearing a space for new stories about ourselves.

A bridge is a meeting place . . . a possibility, a metaphor.

There is no sense in loving someone you can never wake up to except by chance.

If you think about something for long enough,' she explained, 'more than likely, that thing will happen.' She tapped her head. 'It's all in the mind.

Now that I have lost you I cannot allow you to develop, you must be a photograph not a poem.

Are we all living like this? Two lives, the ideal outer life and the inner imaginative life where we keep our secrets?

To avoid discovery I stay on the run. To discover things for myself, I stay on the run.

What is it that you contain? The Dead. Time. Light patterns of millennia. The expanding universe opening in your gut. Are your twenty-three feet of intestines loaded with stars?

There's so little wonder left in the world because we've seen everything one way or another'.

It is a true saying, that what you fear you find.

For fate may hang on any moment and at any moment be changed.

You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so, how could we take it back without asking?

I fell into the books, and left myself there for safekeeping.

The pain is when the dreams change, as they do, as they must.

Strange to dream in the right shape and build in the wrong shape, but maybe that is what we do every day, never believing that a dream could tell the truth.

Journalism encourages haste ... and haste is the enemy of art.

Reading is a rendezvous with your soul.

If there's one thing I can't stand it's a hero without a cause. People like that just make trouble so that they can solve it.

A homosexual is further away from a woman than a rhinoceros.

It is the nature of walls that they should fall.

Creativity is on the side of health - it isn't the thing that drives us mad; it is the capacity in us that tries to save us from madness.

I never cared about money.

This is a quantum universe ... neither random nor determined. It is potential at every second. All you can do is intervene.

I have found that I am not a space where people want to live, at least not without decorating first.

The impulse to worship is impossible to eradicate. Even the most prosaic have to worship something.

Very often history is a means of denying the past.

It is silence that most needs an answering -- when I can no longer speak, hear me.

Today we are all speeding under the golden arms of the arches into our city, into our lives, into the world that is a stream of information, ceaselessly collected and projected.

There must be some part of Man that is more than his daily round. Some part of him that will use his profit on a matter of no profit.

There is no greater grief than to find no happiness, but happiness in what is past.

Language is what stops the heart exploding.

It may be that there was no reason or purpose, for mankind must always be finding reasons where there are none, and comfort in a purpose that hardly exists.

The universe has no sides, no end, can't be mapped. Enough to make a man talk about God, make a man superstitious and worship an idol. The science never gets as far as the strangeness.