Why is it he feels some line has been crossed, some boundary transgressed? How much is too much, how far is too far?
Margaret AtwoodWhat breaks in daybreak? Is it the night? Is it the sun, cracked in two by the horizon like an egg, spilling out light?
Margaret AtwoodTag: sunrise
I tried to visualize my jealousy as a yellowy-brown cloud boiling around inside me, then going out through my nose like smoke and turning into a stone and falling down into the ground. That did work a little. But in my visualization a plant covered with poison berries would grow out of the stone, whether I wanted it to or not.
Margaret AtwoodTag: jealousy
Maybe that's what love is, I thought: it's being pissed off.
Margaret AtwoodTag: love-is
Glenn used to say the reason you can't really imagine yourself being dead was that as soon as you say, 'I'll be dead,' you've said the word I, and so you're still alive inside the sentence. And that's how people got the idea of the immortality of the soul - it was a consequence of grammar.
Margaret AtwoodTag: death immortality grammar
What am I living for and what am I dying for are the same question.
Margaret AtwoodTag: purpose
This has been her problem all her life: picturing other people's responses. She's too good at it. She can picture the response of anyone--other people's reactions, their emotions, their criticisms, their demands--but somehow they don't reciprocate. Maybe they can't. Maybe they lack the gift, if it is one.
Margaret AtwoodI'm a fool, to confuse this with goodness. I am not good.
I know too much to be good. I know myself.
I know myself to be vengeful, greedy, secretive and sly.
He doesn't know which is worse, a past he can't regain or a present that will destroy him if he looks at it too clearly. Then there's the future. Sheer vertigo.
Margaret AtwoodI feel like the word shatter.
Margaret Atwood« prima precedente
Pagina 27 di 101.
prossimo ultimo »
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.