This is how the girl who couldn't speak and the man who couldn't see fell in love. — 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
No one knows what cuases an outer landscape to become an inner one. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
All I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always only approximate. — 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
“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
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
“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
“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
“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
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
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
“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
“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
“You know I love you. You're the only one." "She isn't the first woman he's ever said that to. He shouldn't have… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“but nothing I ever gave was good for you; it was like white bread to goldfish. they cram and cram, and it… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“who knows what the chances are out there, of survival, yours? I will say, you, you like an old love song. You… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“but love was undependable, it came and then it went; so it was good to have a money value, because then at… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Messy love is better than none, I guess. I'm no authority on sane living. Which is all true and no hep at… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I do not say making love, because this is not what he's doing. Copulating too would be inaccurate, because it would imply… — 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
“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
“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
The temptation is to stay inside; to subside into the kind of recluse whom neighborhood children regard with derision and little awe;… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“This is a word we use to plug holes with. It’s the right size for those warm blanks in speech, for those… — 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
Money as such is, as Oscar Wilde said, perfectly useless. You can't eat it, drink it, shelter yourself from the cold with… — 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
“Falling in love, I said. Falling into it, we all did then, one way or another.” — 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
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
“Every child should have love, every person should have it. She herself would rather have had her mother's love - the love… — 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
“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
