The heart with letters on it shining like a light bulb through the trim hole painted in the chest, art history. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The heart of Jesus glowed, because it was holy. Holy things glowed in general. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Love was like a steamroller. There was no avoiding it; it went over you and you came out flat. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Amazing how the heart clutches at anything familiar, whimpering Mine!Mine! — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
You might 'write from the heart,' but you'd better polish with your brain. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
If you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
But most hearts say, I want, I want, I want, I want. My heart is more duplicitous, though no twin as I… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Why does the mind do such things? Turn on us, rend us, dig the claws in. If you get hungry enough, they… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
At moments like this I envy those who have found a safe haven in which to bestow their hearts; or perhaps I… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The reader cannot see into your heart. He will know only what you tell him. Make the blind see your words. Make… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Home is where the heart is, I thought now, gathering myself together in Betty's Luncheonette. I had no heart any more, it had been broken; or not broken, it simply wasn't there any more. It had been scooped neatly out of me like the yolk from a hard-boiled egg, leaving the rest of me bloodless and congealed and hollow. I'm… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
They are hypocrites, they think the Church is a cage to keep God in, so he will stay locked up there and not go wandering about the earth during the week, poking his nose into their business, and looking in the depths and darkness and doubleness of their hearts, and their lack of true charity; and they believed they need… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
Foreignness is all around. Only in the heart of the heart of the country, namely the heart of the United States, can… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Some days I do appreciate things more, eggs, flowers, but then I decide I'm only having an attack of sentimentality, my brain… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
If it's all instruction, you get annoyed with it and bored, and you stop reading. If it's all entertainment, you read it… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Somebody has been a complete ratbag all their life and they've gotten away with it, and they die happy and rich, we… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Then we had the irises, rising beautiful and cool on their tall stalks, like blown glass, like pastel water momentarily frozen in… — 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 Image
And yet it disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“There is indeed something delightful about being able to combine obedience and disobedience in the same act.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“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 heights, but each one of them is admirably proportioned. Each is sound of tooth, smooth of skin. No ripples of fat around their waists, no bulges, no dimpled orange-skin cellulite on their thighs. No body hair,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
