Falling in love, although it resulted in altered body chemistry and was therefore real, was a hormonally induced delusional state, according to… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Orpheus 2 He has been trying to sing Love into existence again And he has failed.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“They’d done it for love, because that was the effect love had on you. It snuck up on you, it grabbed hold… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
She wasn't ready to settle down, she told her friends. That was one way of putting it. Another was would have been… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
No one knows what cuases an outer landscape to become an inner one. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Am simțit cum dragostea merge înainte, fără mine. N-are nimic împotriva chestiei ăsteia, m-am gândit. N-are absolut nimic împotriva ei. Poate chiar… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“There can be bonds of real affection, she said, blinking at us ingratiatingly, under such conditions. Women united for a common end!… — 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
“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
“bye-bye love, as in songs. All alone now. It was so sad. Why did such things have to disintegrate like that? Why… — 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 were we? I've forgotten. He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever. Right. Yes. The usual choices.” — margaret atwood Copy Share Image
“Some will tell you Love is merely chemical, my friends, said Adam one. Of course it is chemical: where would any of… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“An old walrus-faced waiter attended to me; he had the knack of pouring the coffee and the hot milk from two jugs,… — 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
“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
