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  • #1
    Margaret Atwood
    “Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing whatever's been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you've made.”
    Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye
    tags: love

  • #2
    Margaret Atwood
    “In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.”
    Margaret Atwood, Bluebeard's Egg

  • #3
    Margaret Atwood
    “Women have curious ways of hurting someone else. They hurt themselves instead; or else they do it so the guy doesn't even know he's been hurt until much later. Then he finds out. Then his dick falls off.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

  • #4
    Margaret Atwood
    “Old lovers go the way of old photographs, bleaching out gradually as in a slow bath of acid: first the moles and pimples, then the shadings. Then the faces themselves, until nothing remains but the general outlines.”
    Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

  • #5
    Margaret Atwood
    “Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers.”
    Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

  • #6
    Margaret Atwood
    “Most mothers worry when their daughters reach adolescence but I was the opposite. I relaxed, I sighed with relief. Little girls are cute and small only to adults. To one another they are not cute. They are life sized.”
    Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye

  • #7
    Margaret Atwood
    “It wasn't so easy though, ending the war. A war is a huge fire; the ashes from it drift far, and settle slowly.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
    tags: war

  • #8
    Margaret Atwood
    “This is the middle of my life, I think of it as a place, like the middle of a river, the middle of a bridge, halfway across, halfway over. I'm supposed to have accumulated things by now: possessions, responsibilities, achievements, experience and wisdom. I'm supposed to be a person of substance.”
    Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

  • #9
    Margaret Atwood
    “Little girls are cute and small only to adults. To one another they are not cute. They are life sized.”
    Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

  • #10
    Margaret Atwood
    “Something is unfolding, being revealed to me. I see that there's a whole world of of girls and their doings that has been unknown to me, and that I can be part of without making any effort at all. I don't have to keep up with anyone, run as fast, aim as well, make loud explosive noises, decode messages, die on cue. I don't have to think about whether I do these things well, as well as a boy. All I have to do is sit on the floor and cut frying pans our of the Eaton's Catalogue with embroidery scissors, and say I've done it badly.”
    Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye

  • #11
    Margaret Atwood
    “You don't look back along time but down through it, like water. Sometimes this comes to the surface, sometimes that, sometimes nothing. Nothing goes away.”
    Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

  • #12
    Margaret Atwood
    “Time rises and rises, and when it reaches the level of your eyes you drown.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

  • #13
    Margaret Atwood
    “So this was the rest of his life. It felt like a party to which he'd been invited, but at an address he couldn't actually locate. Someone must be having fun at it, this life of his; only, right at the moment, it wasn't him.”
    Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake

  • #14
    Margaret Atwood
    “Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we're still alive. We wish to assert our existence, like dogs peeing on fire hydrants. We put on display our framed photographs, our parchment diplomas, our silver-plated cups; we monogram our linen, we carve our names on trees, we scrawl them on washroom walls. It's all the same impulse. What do we hope from it? Applause, envy, respect? Or simply attention, of any kind we can get?
    At the very least we want a witness. We can't stand the idea of our own voices falling silent finally, like a radio running down.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

  • #15
    Margaret Atwood
    “Walking into the crowd was like sinking into a stew - you became an ingredient, you took on a certain flavour.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
    tags: crowd

  • #16
    Margaret Atwood
    “Time: old cold time, old sorrow, settling down in layers like silt in a pond.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

  • #17
    Margaret Atwood
    “It's old light, and there's not much of it. But it is enough to see by.”
    Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

  • #18
    Margaret Atwood
    “How I would like to have them back, those pointless afternoons - the boredom, the aimlessness, the unformed possibilities.”
    Margaret Atwood

  • #19
    Margaret Atwood
    “They have a certain gaiety to them, a power of invention, they don't care what people think. They have escaped, though what it is they've escaped from isn't clear to us. We think that their bizarre costumes, their verbal tics, are chosen, and that when the time comes we also will be free to choose. "That's what I'm going to be like,”
    Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

  • #20
    Henry David Thoreau
    “Rise free from care before the dawn, and seek adventures.”
    Henry David Thoreau

  • #21
    Henry David Thoreau
    “We live a short period of time in this world, but we live it according to the laws of eternal life.”
    Henry David Thoreau

  • #22
    Henry David Thoreau
    “Our life is frittered away by detail. Simplify, simplify.”
    Henry David Thoreau, Walden and Other Writings

  • #23
    “As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.”
    Wilfred Arlan Peterson

  • #24
    Henry David Thoreau
    “We need the tonic of wildness...At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.”
    Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods



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