It's only afterwards that it becomes anything like a story at all. When you're telling it, to yourself or to someone else. — 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
“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
“When I saw that, the evidence left by two people, of love or something like it, desire at least, at least touch,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
You can't keep a cool head when you're drowning in love. You just trash around a lot and scream, and wear yourself… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“were falling women. We believed in it, this downward motion: so lovely, like flying, and yet at the same time so dire,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love. — 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
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
“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
The way love feels is always only approximate. I would like to be without shame. I would like to be shameless. I… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Time is not a thing that passes ... it's a sea on which you float. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“There are to be no toeholds for love. We are two-legged wombs, that’s all: sacred vessels, ambulatory chalices.” — 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
“You can fall in love with anybody — a fool, a criminal, a nothing. There are no good rules.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds. — 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
“But something had shifted, some balance. I felt shrunken, so that when he put his arms around me, gathering me up, I… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“What we prayed for was emptiness, so we would be worthy to be filled: with grace, with love, with self-denial, semen and… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I look at him with the nostalgic affection men are said to feel for their wars, their fellow veterans. I think, I… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
This is how the girl who couldn't speak and the man who couldn't see fell in love. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“The poems that used to entrance me in the days of Miss Violence now struck me as overdone and sickly. Alas, burthen,… — 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… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
