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"No thought, no mind, no choice - just being silent, rooted in yourself."
"Speech is human, silence is divine, yet also brutish and dead: therefore we must learn both arts."
"I couldn't think of anything that didn't sound trivial, so I just nodded."
"In this world, there is no such sternness like that of maintaining silence. Verbal sternness will be wasted."
"For my part, I am determined never to speak of it again to anybody. I told my sister Phillips so the other day."
"In reality I said nothing at all, but I heard a murmur, something gone wrong with the silence, and I pricked up my ears, like an animal I imagine, which gives a start and pretends to be dead."
Explore more quotes by Margaret Atwood
"And if I talk to him, I'll say something wrong, give something away. I can feel it coming, a betrayal of myself."
"Her face is silting up, like a pond; layers are accumulating. Every once in a while, when she can afford the time, she spends a few days at a spa north of the city, drinking vegetable juice and having ultrasound treatments, in search of her original face, the one she knows is under there somewhere; she comes back feeling toned up and virtuous, and hungry."
"How could I be sleeping with this particular man.... Surely only true love could justify my lack of taste."
"One of the gravestones in the cemetery near the earliest church has an anchor on it and an hourglass, and the words In Hope.In Hope. Why did they put that above a dead person? Was it the corpse hoping, or those still alive?"
"There were places you didn't want to walk, precautions you took that had to do with locks on windows and doors, drawing the curtains, leaving on lights. These things you did were like prayers; you did them and you hoped they would save you. And for the most part they did. Or something did; you could tell by the fact that you were still alive."
"The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love."
"I sink down into my body as into a swamp, fenland, where only I know the footing. I'm a cloud, congealed around a central object, the shape of a pear, which is hard and more real than I am and glows red within its translucent wrapping. Inside it is a space, huge as the sky at night and dark and curved like that, though black-red rather than black."
"But thoughtless ingratitude is the armour of the young; without it, how would they ever get through life? The old wish the young well, but they wish them ill also: they would like to eat them up, and absorb their vitality, and remain immortal themselves. Without the protection of surliness and levity, all children would be crushed by the past - the past of others, loaded on their shoulders. Selfishness is their saving grace."
"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."
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