Michael Ondaatje

She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape. ↗

— Michael Ondaatje

#love

All I ever wanted was a world without maps. ↗

— Michael Ondaatje

#english

We all have an old knot in the heart we wish to untie. ↗

— Michael Ondaatje

#loss #love #memory #love

...the heart is an organ of fire. ↗

— Michael Ondaatje

#english

This last night we tear into each other, as if to wound, as if to find the key to everything before morning. ↗

— Michael Ondaatje

#love #sex #love

He knows that the only way he can accept losing her is if he can continue to hold her or be held by her. If they can somehow nurse each other out of this. Not with a wall. ↗

— Michael Ondaatje

#love #love

...sometimes we enter art to hide within it. It is where we can go to save ourselves, where a third-person voice protects us. ↗

— Michael Ondaatje

#life #protection #art

For the first forty days a child is given dreams of previous lives. Journeys, winding paths, a hundred small lessons and then the past is erased. ↗

— Michael Ondaatje

#dreams

This was the time in her life that she fell upon books as the only door out of her cell. They became half her world. ↗

— Michael Ondaatje

#escape #literature #reading #words #life

How does this happen? To fall in love and be disassembled. ↗

— Michael Ondaatje

#love #ondaatje #love