More and more I feel like a letter—deposited here, collected there. But a letter addressed to no one.
Margaret AtwoodMots clés alone
To pronounce the name of the dead is to make them live again.
Margaret AtwoodMots clés death egyptian-mythology
Lose your temper and you lose the fight.
Margaret AtwoodMots clés fight temper arguement
Falling in love,' we said; 'I fell for him.' We were falling women. We believed in it, this downward motion; so lovely, like flying, and yet at the same time so dire, so extreme, so unlikely. 'God is love,' they once said, but we reversed that, and love, like heaven, was always just around the corner. The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total. We were waiting, always, for the incarnation. That word, made flesh.
Margaret AtwoodThat's the kind of stories I know. Sad ones. Anyway, taken to it's logical conclusion, every story is sad, because at the end everyone dies.
Margaret AtwoodMots clés death stories sad-stories
I should have known better than to rely on pills. You can't buy unconsciousness quite so cheaply.
Margaret AtwoodMots clés pills unconsciousness
But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?
Margaret AtwoodBut in life, a tragedy is not one long scream. It includes everything that led up to it. Hour after trivial hour, day after day, year after year, and then the sudden moment: the knife stab, the shell burst, the plummet of the car from a bridge.
Margaret AtwoodLove is giving, marriage is buying and selling. You can't put love into a contract.
Margaret AtwoodYou're not my real parents, every child has thought. I'm not your real child. But with orphans, it's true. What freedom, to thumb your nose authentically!
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