Time is not a thing that passes ... it's a sea on which you float. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The act of making a photograph is less a question of what is being looked at than how. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
She had no images of this love. She could offer no anecdotes. It was a belief rather than a memory. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“What restless woman can resist a man with a shovel in one hand and a glowing rose bush in the other, and… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Now I can see how that can happen. You can fall in love with anybody--a fool, a criminal, a nothing. There are… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
His mouth is on me, his hands, I can't wait and he's moving, already, love, it's been so long, I'm alive in… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I could make myself cry even more by repeating the key words: love, alone, sad, over. I did it on purpose.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Romance takes place in the middle distance. Romance is looking in at yourself through a window clouded with dew. Romance means leaving… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“But all my love ever came to was a bad end. Red-hot shoes, barrels studded with nails. That's what it feels like,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“She said love was useless, because it led you into dumb exchanges in which you gave too much away, and then you… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. Its like the tide going out, revealing… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“But also I’m hungry. This is monstrous, but nevertheless it’s true. Death makes me hungry. Maybe it’s because I’ve been emptied; or… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Ah men, why do you want all this attention? I can write poems for myself, make love to a doorknob if absolutely… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Love was merely a tool, smiles were another tool, they were both just tools for accomplishing certain ends. No magic, merely chemicals.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total. We… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Also I could hear Amanda’s voice: Why are you being so weak? Love’s never a fair trade. So Jimmy’s tired of you,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“She has never been in the presence, before, of two people who are in love with each other. She feels like a… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Love is not a profession genteel or otherwise sex is not dentistry the slick filling of aches and cavities you are not… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“And sometimes it happened, for a time. That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
And sometimes it happened, for a time. That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“How could I have been so ignorant? she thinks. So stupid, so unseeing, so given over to carelessness. But without such ignorance,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
They are hypocrites, they think the Church is a cage to keep God in, so he will stay locked up there and… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“It was not love, although her rich beauty was a madness to him; nor horror, even while he fancied her spirit to… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Of course (said Oryx), having a money value was no substitute for love. Every child should have love, every person should have… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Falling in love, we said; I fell for him. We were falling women. We believed in it, this downward motion: so lovely,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Most of us will. We'll choose knowledge no matter what, we'll maim ourselves in the process, we'll stick our hands into the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Just what the doctor ordered, he says. A bottle of lemonade, a hard-boiled egg, and Thou.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“But this is wrong, nobody dies from lack of sex. It’s lack of love we die from.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Messy love is better than none, I guess. I am no authority on sane living. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
He has been trying to sing Love into existence again And he has failed — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
But maybe, underneath, she loves him too much. Maybe it's her excessive love that pushes him away. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Where I am is not a prison but a privilege, as Aunt Lydia said, who is in love with either/or.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I reach out in love, my hands are guns, my good intentions are completely lethal.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Neither of us says the word love, not once. It would be tempting fate; it would be romance, bad luck. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I'm fine," said Pilar, "for the moment. And the moment is the only time we can be fine in.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
And yet it disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“Mary: Some call this "Eve's curse," but I think that is stupid because the real curse of Eve was having to put up with… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“The birds were singing around me, but I reflected that the very birds were strangers to me, for I did not even know their… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“Strange how we decorate pain. These ribbons, for instance, and the small hard teardrops of blood. Who are they for? Do we think the… — margaret atwood Copy Share
I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“Back at home they drew the curtains and read, with disapproval, with relish, with avidity and glee - even the ones who'd never thought… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
All fiction is about people, unless it's about rabbits pretending to be people. It's all essentially characters in action, which means characters moving through… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“Simon walks back to the house alone. The night is clear and warm, with a moon, almost full, enclosed in a nimbus of mist;… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“There is indeed something delightful about being able to combine obedience and disobedience in the same act.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“Every time the women appear, Snowman is astonished all over again. They're every known colour from the deepest black to whitest white, they're various… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
Once you publish a book, it is out of your control. You cannot dictate how people read it. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total. We were waiting,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“She knows she's deceiving herself about that, but she prefers to deceive herself. She desperately needs to believe such pure joy is still possible.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
