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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| fc6ec18 | Although, as Leonardo da Vinci said: "Where there is shouting, there is no true knowledge," | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 4044769 | She believes in love and romance. She believes her life is one day going to be transformed into something wonderful and exciting. She has hopes and fears and worries, just like anyone else. Sometimes she feels frightened." He pauses, and adds in a softer voice, "Sometimes she feels unloved. Sometimes she feels she will never gain approval from those people who are most important to her."s" | feeling-loved sad sweet | Sophie Kinsella | |
| 5f1df57 | don't look back once, the entire time I'm talking to her. But I can feel his eyes on me all the time. Like sunshine. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 0078d7d | she is the only woman I've ever known who could make a man call.Ever | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 0b1cc19 | Magnus," I say more gently. "Listen. There's no point doing this. Don't marry me just to prove you're not a quitter. Because you will quit, sooner or later. Whatever your intentions are. It'll happen." "Rubbish," he says fiercely. "You will. You don't love me enough for the long haul." | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 782a523 | Commuting in London is basically warfare. It's a constant campaign of claiming territory; inching forward; never relaxing for a moment. Because if you do, someone will step past you. Or step on you. | commute london public-transport | Sophie Kinsella | |
| 1b72393 | A relationship is a game of chess. | game relationship | Sophie Kinsella | |
| 5a287d3 | when I was young, I learned to feel for the harshness under every soft appearance. | Nuala O'Faolain | ||
| 8747add | He was twisted as a pretzel, he was a tinfoil-halo shitnosed frogstomping king rat asshole, but he wasn't stupid. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| fea8ba8 | Tell what is yours to tell. Let others tell what is theirs. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 8840fb2 | She must have heard the door opening and closing in the middle of the night; she produces a smile, warm, conspiratorial, and I know what circuits are closing in her head: by screwing Joe she's brought us back together. Saving the world, everyone wants to; men think they can do it with guns, women with their bodies, love conquers all, conquerors love all, mirages raised by words. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| b200332 | Here is a handful of shadow I have brought back to you: this decay, this hope, this mouth- ful of dirt, this poetry. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 2605662 | I have them, these attacks of the past, like faintness, a wave sweeping over my head. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| b76100c | Sleeping in your clothes makes you tired. The clothes are crumpled, and also your body underneath them. I feel as if I've been rolled into a bundle and thrown on the floor. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| df40c80 | It has thrown off its disguise as a meal and has revealed itself to me for what it is, a large dead bird. I'm eating a wing. It's the wing of a tame turkey, the stupidest bird in the world, so stupid it can't even fly any more. I am eating lost flight. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 4fbe047 | We immortals aren't misers - we don't hoard! Such things are pointless. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 74fa761 | All of this was understood, and if not condoned, at least pardoned. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| ee65faf | Another friend of mine used to maintain that airplanes stayed up in the air only because people believed--against reason--that they could fly: without that collective delusion sustaining them, they would instantly plummet to earth. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 90c60f6 | All observations of life are harsh, because life is. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 3d5526b | Books and characters in books, pictures and elements in pictures--they all have families and ancestors, just like people. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| e3e403e | You young people don't appreciate things, she'd say. You don't know what we had to go through, just to get you where you are. Look at him, slicing up the carrots. Don't you know how many women's lives, how many women's bodies, the tanks had to roll over just to get that far? | Margaret Atwood | ||
| ac22919 | I guess you get all my money, I said. And I'm not even dead. I was trying for a joke, but it came out sounding macabre. Hush, he said. He was still kneeling on the floor. You know I'll always take care of you. I thought, already he's starting to patronize me. Then I thought, already you're starting to get paranoid. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 1c5a67a | Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. I refuse to say this. If it means I will have to forgive Mrs. Smeath or else go to Hell when I die, I'm ready to go. Jesus must have known how hard it is to forgive, that was why he put this in. He was always putting in things that were impossible to do really, such as giving away all your money. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| e53e7fe | There I am, in the Grade Six class picture, smiling broadly. , is what my mother says for happy. I am happy as a clam: hardshelled, firmly closed. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 5554b53 | I stand holding the apple in both hands. It feels precious, like a heavy treasure. I lift it up and smell it. It has such an odour of outdoors on it I want to cry. | outdoors | Margaret Atwood | |
| eef6f37 | It was Crake preserving his dignity, because the alternative would have been losing it. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 27557f5 | The moon. Even though we know it's coming. Every time we see it, it makes us pause, and hush. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 081b6b4 | It is remarkable, I have since thought, how once a man has a few coins, no matter how he came by them, he thinks right away that he is entitled to them, and to whatever they can buy, and fancies himself cock of the walk. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 275556d | I remember adapt," says Toby. "It was another way of saying tough luck. To people you weren't going to help out." | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 9a98652 | If you worked out enough, maybe the man would too. Maybe you would be able to work it out together, as if the two of you were a puzzle that could be solved; otherwise, one of you, most likely the man, taking his addictive body with him and leaving you with bad withdrawal, which you could counteract by exercise. If you didn't work it out it was because one of you had the wrong attitude. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 53b67cf | I must admit it's a surprise to find myself still here, still talking to you. I prefer to think of it as talking, although of course it isn't: I'm saying nothing, you're hearing nothing. The only thing between us is this black line: a thread thrown onto the empty page, into the empty air. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 3700497 | CELL Now look objectively. You have to admit the cancer cell is beautiful. If it were a flower, you'd say, with its mauve centre and pink petals of if a cover for a pulpy thirties sci-fi magazine. as an alien, a success, all purple eye and jelly tentacles and spines, or are they gills, creeping around on granular Martian dirt red as the inside of the body, while its tender walls expand and burst, its spores scatter elsewhere, take root, l.. | poetry | Margaret Atwood | |
| 565939a | The past is a great darkness, and filled with echos. Voices may reach us from it; but what they say to us is imbued with the obscurity of the matrix out of which they come; and, try as we may, we cannot always decipher them precisely in the clearer light of our own day. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 6a11667 | I grew sodden with light; my skin on the inside glowed a dull red. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 8fe0990 | Life Stories: Why hunger for these? One, it fits a hunger. Maybe it is more like bossiness. Maybe we just want to be in charge of the life, no matter who lived it... | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 70bf45d | Only a girl like this can know what's happened to you. If she were here she would reach out her arms towards you now, and touch you with her absent hands | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 3d127fc | Humanity is so adaptable [...] Truly amazing, what people can get used to, as long as there are a few compensations. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| f78b885 | I already told you," said Adam. "There is no need to swear." "Sorry, it just fucking slipped out," said Zeb." | humour | Margaret Atwood | |
| 4655b3b | Every month there is a moon, gigantic, round, heavy, an omen. IT transits, pauses, continues on and passes out of sight, and I see despair coming towards me like famine. To feel that empty, again, again. I listen to my heart, wave upon wave, salty and red, continuing on and on, marking time. | moon sadness sky space time | Margaret Atwood | |
| 7732744 | I consider telling my brother, asking him for help. But tell him what exactly? I have no black eyes, no bloody noses to report: Cordelia does nothing physical. If it was boys, chasing or teasing, he would know what to do, but I don't suffer from boys in this way. Against girls and their indirectness, their whisperings, he would be helpless. | friendships | Margaret Atwood | |
| 80459e3 | I won't fatten them in cages, though. I won't ply them with poisoned fruit items. I won't change them into clockwork images or talking shadows. I won't drain out their life's blood. They can do all those things for themselves. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| d9a7c29 | What's dangerous in the hands of the multitudes, he said, with what may or may not have been irony, is safe enough for those whose motives are... Beyond reproach, I said. He nodded gravely. Impossible to tell whether or not he meant it. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 4c97721 | Time is just 'one damn thing after another ', Margaret Atwood says. That sounds like conventional narrative plot. And at the end of our allotted time, we'll end up in one of those, a conventional plot I mean, unless we stipulate otherwise in our wills. | Ali Smith | ||
| db27f5b | A Tennyson garden, heavy with scent, languid; the return of the word swoon. | garden sensuality | Margaret Atwood |