Top 100 Atwood Love Quotes
#1. Artillerymen have a love for their guns which is perhaps stronger than the feeling of any soldier for his weapon or any part of his equipment.
Samuel Lyman Atwood Marshall
#2. But all my love ever came to was a bad end. Red-hot shoes, barrels studded with nails. That's what it feels like, unrequited love.
Margaret Atwood
#3. Neither of us says the word love, not once. It would be tempting fate; it would be romance, bad luck.
Margaret Atwood
#5. He thought of it as a contest, like the children at school who would twist your arm and say Give in? Give in? until you did; then they would let go. He didn't love me, it was an idea of himself he loved and he wanted someone to join him, anyone would do, I didn't matter so I didn't have to care.
Margaret Atwood
#6. Nothing is ever settled," says Jocelyn. "Every day is different. Isn't it better to do something because you've decided to? Rather than because you have to?" "No, it isn't," says Charmaine. "Love isn't like that. With love, you can't stop yourself." She wants the helplessness, she wants ...
Margaret Atwood
#8. Where I am is not a prison but a privilege, as Aunt Lydia said, who is in love with either/or.
Margaret Atwood
#9. But something had shifted, some balance. I felt shrunken, so that when he put his arms around me, gathering me up, I was as small as a doll. I felt love going forward without me.
Margaret Atwood
#11. How much needless despair has been caused by a series of biological mismatches, a misalignment of the hormones and pheromones? Resulting in the fact that the one you love so passionately won't or can't love you. As a species we're pathetic that way: imperfectly monogamous.
Margaret Atwood
#12. Did we make them
because we needed to love someone
and could not love each other?
Margaret Atwood
#13. Every story is different, so what is a detail in one might not be in something else. Diversity is something I embrace and love about my work.
Colleen Atwood
#14. Love was like a steamroller. There was no avoiding it, it went over you and you came out flat.
Margaret Atwood
#15. Love is not a profession
genteel or otherwise
sex is not dentistry
the slick filling of aches and cavities
you are not my doctor
you are not my cure,
nobody has that
power, you are merely a fellow/traveler.
Margaret Atwood
#16. Maybe that's what love is, I thought: it's being pissed off.
Margaret Atwood
#17. intrigues of love are unfolding as they do among the young, and as they do as well among the snails on the lettuce and the shiny green beetles that plague the kale. Murmurings, the shrug of a shoulder, the step forward, the step back. Toby
Margaret Atwood
#18. No, the only thing that makes you great is how you treat the people you love.
Leah Atwood
#19. That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain. You would look at the man one day and you would think, I loved you, and the tense would be past, and you would be filled with a sense of wonder, because it was such an amazing and precarious and dumb thing to have done;
Margaret Atwood
#20. This is how the girl who couldn't speak and the man who couldn't see fell in love.
Margaret Atwood
#21. Jack had stolen that from Nosferatu: the love of a pure woman had an uncanny power over the things of darkness. Maybe 1964 was the last moment when you could get away with that: try such a thing now and people would only laugh.
Margaret Atwood
#22. Nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from. There's nobody here I can love, all the people I could love are dead or elsewhere. Who knows where they are or what their names are now? They might as well be nowhere, as I am for them. I too am a missing person.
Margaret Atwood
#23. His mouth is on me, his hands, I can't wait and he's moving, already, love, it's been so long, I'm alive in my skin, again, arms around him, falling and water softly everywhere, never-ending.
Margaret Atwood
#24. The way love feels is always only approximate. I would like to be without shame. I would like to be shameless. I would like to be ignorant. Then I would not know how ignorant I was.
Margaret Atwood
#25. You can't keep a cool head when you're drowning in love. You just thrash around a lot and scream, and wear yourself out.
Margaret Atwood
#26. But maybe, underneath, she loves him too much. Maybe it's her excessive love that pushes him away.
Margaret Atwood
#27. He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.
Margaret Atwood
#28. Love is giving, marriage is buying and selling. You can't put love into a contract.
Margaret Atwood
#29. It would be nice to believe that love should be dished out in a fair way so that everyone got some. But that wasn't how it was going to be for me.
Margaret Atwood
#30. Falling in love, I said. Falling into it, we all did then, one way or another. How could we have made such light of it? Sneered even. As if it was trivial for us, a frill, whim. It was, on the contrary, heavy going.
Margaret Atwood
#31. Who was it recently invented some machine that will enable her to sign a book from 5,000 miles away? Margaret Atwood. Get off your arse, love, and sign it in person. Publishers and circumstance made you a bestselling author. Give a little back.
Nicholas Royle
#32. You say, Do you / love me, do you love me / I answer you: / I stretch your arms out / one to either side, / your head slumps forward.
Margaret Atwood
#33. What will it do to Jimmy's state of mind if he opens his eyes and sees three of his former beloveds bending over him like the three Fates? Demanding his everlasting love, his apologies, his blood in a cat food saucer?
Margaret Atwood
#34. But this is wrong, nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from. There's
Margaret Atwood
#36. The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.
Margaret Atwood
#37. She said love was useless, because it led you into dumb exchanges in which you gave too much away, and then you got bitter and mean.
Margaret Atwood
#38. A truth should exist,
it should not be used
like this. If I love you
is that a fact or a weapon?
Margaret Atwood
#39. The thing about dark skies and rainy days is that, if you wait long enough, the sun will always shine again.
Leah Atwood
#40. I love designing costumes that I can actually construct, working to create an environment that people want to be in.
Colleen Atwood
#41. How could I be sleeping with this particular man ... Surely only true love could justify my lack of taste.
Margaret Atwood
#42. Can I be blamed for wanting a real body, to put my arms around? Without it I too am disembodied. I can listen to my own heartbeat against the bedsprings ... but there's something dead about it, something deserted.
Margaret Atwood
#43. Nobody dies from the lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from.
Margaret Atwood
#46. The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total.
Margaret Atwood
#47. All I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always only approximate.
Margaret Atwood
#48. Falling in love ... how could he have made such light of it? Sneered even. As if it was trivial for us, a frill, a whim. It was, on the contrary, heavy going. It was the central thing, the way you understood yourself.
Margaret Atwood
#49. What restless woman can resist a man with a shovel in one hand and a glowing rose bush in the other, and a moderately crazed glitter in his eyes that might be mistaken for love?
Margaret Atwood
#50. He loved her; in some ways he was devoted to her. But he couldn't reach her, and it was the same on her side. It was as if they'd drunk some fatal potion that would keep them forever apart, even though they lived in the same house, ate at the same table, slept in the same bed.
Margaret Atwood
#51. Ah men, why do you want all this attention? I can write poems for myself, make love to a doorknob if absolutely necessary. What do you have to offer me I can't find otherwise except humiliation? Which I no longer need.
Margaret Atwood
#52. I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.
Margaret Atwood
#53. Messy love is better than none,
I guess. I am no authority
on sane living.
Margaret Atwood
#54. What we prayed for was emptiness, so we would be worthy to be filled: with grace, with love, with self-denial, semen and babies.
Margaret Atwood
#55. I'll make you mine, lovers said in old books. They never said, I'll make you me.
Margaret Atwood
#56. The newspaper journalists like to believe the worst; they can sell more papers that way, as one of them told me himself; for even upstanding and respectable people dearly love to read ill of others.
Margaret Atwood
#57. I can see why I fell in love with him. But I don't have the energy for it now.
Margaret Atwood
#58. Every child should have love, every person should have it. She herself would rather have had her mother's love - the love she still continued to believe in, the love that had followed her through the jungle in the form of a bird so she would not be too frightened or lonely.
Margaret Atwood
#59. She is the witch you burned
by daylight and crept from your home
to consult & bribe at night. The love
that tortured you you blamed on her.
Margaret Atwood
#61. The Eskimo has fifty-names for snow because it is important to them; there ought to be as many for love.
Margaret Atwood
#62. 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 Atwood
#63. I'm sad now, the way we're talking is infinitely sad: faded music, faded paper flowers, worn satin, an echo of an echo. All gone away, no longer possible.
Margaret Atwood
#64. She'd love to go over him with a fine-toothed comb. Rummage around in him. Turn him upside down. Empty him out.
Margaret Atwood
#65. Now I can see how that can happen. You can fall in love with anybody
a fool, a criminal, a nothing. There are no good rules.
Margaret Atwood
#66. He has been trying to sing Love into existence again And he has failed
Margaret Atwood
#67. In their dreams they touch, they intertwine, it's more like a collision, and that is the end of flying. They fall to earth, fouled parachutists, botched and cindery angels, love streaming out behind them like torn silk. Enemy groundfire comes up to meet them.
Margaret Atwood
#68. It hasn't escaped me that the object that keeps me alive is the same one that will kill me. In this way it's like love, or a certain kind of it.
Margaret Atwood
#69. Don't blame me, blame history, he says, smiling. Such things happen. Falling in love has been recorded, or at least those words have.
Margaret Atwood
#70. I love Johnny (Depp). A lot of the stuff I've done for him stands out for me just because of the relationship and who he is.
Colleen Atwood
#71. Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love.
Margaret Atwood
#72. This form of love is like the pain
of childbirth: so intense
it's hard to remember afterwards,
Margaret Atwood
#73. But a chair, sunlight, flowers: these are not to be dismissed. I am alive, I live, I breathe, I put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight. Where I am is not a prison but a privilege, as Aunt Lydia said, who was in love with either/or.
Margaret Atwood
#74. She had no images of this love. She could offer no anecdotes. It was a belief rather than a memory.
Margaret Atwood
#75. It was love, after all,
that rubbed the skins from their gray cheeks,
crippled their fingers,
snarled their hair, brown or dull gold.
Hate would merely have smashed them.
Margaret Atwood
#76. There are to be no toeholds for love. We are two-legged wombs, that's all: sacred vessels, ambulatory chalices.
Margaret Atwood
#77. I remember Queen Victoria's advice to her daughter. Close your eyes and think of England.
Margaret Atwood
#78. The stains on the mattress. Like dried flower petals. Not recent. Old love; there's no other kind of love in this room now.
Margaret Atwood
#79. Being here with him is safety; it's a cave, where we huddle together while the storm goes on outside. This is a delusion, of course. This room is one of the most dangerous places I could be.
Margaret Atwood
#80. All that time, blowing away in the summer breeze. It was daisies for love though, and we did that too
Margaret Atwood
#81. I was taking something away from her, although she didn't know it. I was filching. Never mind that it was something she apparently didn't want or had no use for, had rejected even; still, it was hers, and if I took it away, this mysterious "it" I couldn't quite define.
Margaret Atwood
#82. I can tell you're admiring my febrility. I know it's appealing, I practice at it; every woman loves an invalid. But be careful. You might do something destructive: hunger is more basic than love. Florence Nightingale was a cannibal you know.
Margaret Atwood
#83. Do you love me? That laugh of hers. What had it meant? Stupid question. Why ask? You talk too much. Or else: What is love? Or possibly: In your dreams. Then
Margaret Atwood
#84. Truest success is finding it in work that you love.
Ali Atwood
#85. But maybe he was destructive by nature since he messed up every girl he touched
Margaret Atwood
#86. Extreme emotions could be lethal. If I can't have you nobody will, and so forth. Death could set in.
Margaret Atwood
#87. I stand in the presence
of the destroyed god:
a rubble of tendons,
knuckles and raw sinews.
Knowing that the work is mine
how can I love you?
Margaret Atwood
#88. What would that be like - to long, to yearn for someone who is right there before your eyes, day in and day out?
Margaret Atwood
#89. The girls in the stories make such fools of themselves. They are so weak. They fall helplessly in love with the wrong men, they give in, they are jilted. Then they cry.
Margaret Atwood
#90. Love was its own transparent bubble-dome: you could see the two inside it, but you couldn't get in there yourself. That
Margaret Atwood
#91. We love each other, that's true whatever it means, but we aren't good at it; for some it's a talent, for others only an addiction.
Margaret Atwood
#92. Now she said, "I'm up to the four-letter words." And I said, "You mean the dirty ones, like shit?" And she laughed and said, "Worse ones than that." And I said, "You mean the c-word and the f-word?" and she said, "No. Like love.
Margaret Atwood
#94. But love was undependable, it came and then it went, so it was good to have a money value, because then at least those who wanted to make a profit from you would make sure you were fed enough and not damaged too much.
Margaret Atwood
#95. When it came to love, wasn't believing the same as the real thing?
Margaret Atwood
#96. Happy endings are best achieved by keeping the right doors locked
Margaret Atwood
#97. Just what the doctor ordered, he says. A bottle of lemonade, a hard-boiled egg, and Thou.
Margaret Atwood
#98. There were signs and I missed them. For instance, Crake said once, "Would you kill someone you loved to spare them pain?" "You mean, commit euthanasia?" said Jimmy. "Like putting down your pet turtle?" "Just tell me," said Crake.
"I don't know. What kind of love, what kind of pain?
Margaret Atwood
#99. All of these guys have got someone to go home to after the fight. They've got their baby, I've got mine: Jamie Atwood. That's who I love. He's the one I go home to at night, and who patches me up after I get beaten down.
Maris Black
