Margaret Atwood

If I love you, is that a fact or a weapon? ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#love

They spent the first three years of school getting you to pretend stuff and then the rest of it marking you down if you did the same thing. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#imagination #pretend #school #imagination

This is what I miss, Cordelia: not something that’s gone, but something that will never happen. Two old women giggling over their tea. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#women #friendship

I planned my death carefully, unlike my life, which meandered along from one thing to another, despite my feeble attempts to control it. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#death

Our heaven is their hell, said God. I like a balanced universe. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#god #heaven #hell #balance

Maybe that's what love is, I thought: it's being pissed off. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#love

Neither of us says the word love, not once. It would be tempting fate; it would be romance, bad luck. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#romance #love

The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#lust #young-love #love

Which of us can resist the temptation of being thought indispensable? ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#temptation #temptation

But my dreaming self refuses to be consoled. It continues to wander, aimless, homeless, alone. It cannot be convinced of its safety by any evidence drawn from my waking life. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#soul #dreams