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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

I can see why I fell in love with him. But I don't have the energy for it now. — Margaret Atwood

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

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

Fear has a smell, as love does. — Margaret Atwood

All I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always only approximate. — Margaret Atwood

[H]aving a money value was no substitute for love. — Margaret Atwood

The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total. — Margaret Atwood

Messy love is better than none,
I guess. I am no authority
on sane living. — Margaret Atwood

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

The Eskimo has fifty-names for snow because it is important to them; there ought to be as many for love. — Margaret Atwood

This is how the girl who couldn't speak and the man who couldn't see fell in love. — Margaret Atwood

Love is the pursuit of shadows ... — Margaret Atwood

But maybe he was destructive by nature since he messed up every girl he touched — Margaret Atwood

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

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

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

Love is giving, marriage is buying and selling. You can't put love into a contract. — Margaret Atwood

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

Nobody dies from the lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from. — Margaret Atwood

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

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

I am in love with his need — Margaret Atwood

Extreme emotions could be lethal. If I can't have you nobody will, and so forth. Death could set in. — Margaret Atwood

But maybe, underneath, she loves him too much. Maybe it's her excessive love that pushes him away. — Margaret Atwood

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

Love was like a steamroller. There was no avoiding it, it went over you and you came out flat. — Margaret Atwood

Did we make them
because we needed to love someone
and could not love each other? — Margaret Atwood

Do you hunger for me, do you burn for me — Margaret Atwood

Happy endings are best achieved by keeping the right doors locked — Margaret Atwood

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

Just what the doctor ordered, he says. A bottle of lemonade, a hard-boiled egg, and Thou. — Margaret Atwood

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

But this is wrong, nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from. There's — Margaret Atwood

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

Love's never a fair trade. — Margaret Atwood

He has been trying to sing Love into existence again And he has failed — Margaret Atwood

He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever. — Margaret Atwood

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

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

Where I am is not a prison but a privilege, as Aunt Lydia said, who is in love with either/or. — Margaret Atwood

But it's love that does us in. — Margaret Atwood

How could I be sleeping with this particular man ... Surely only true love could justify my lack of taste. — Margaret Atwood

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

When it came to love, wasn't believing the same as the real thing? — Margaret Atwood

I remember Queen Victoria's advice to her daughter. Close your eyes and think of England. — Margaret Atwood

A truth should exist,
it should not be used
like this. If I love you
is that a fact or a weapon? — Margaret Atwood

This form of love is like the pain
of childbirth: so intense
it's hard to remember afterwards, — Margaret Atwood

In the moment just before giving, I am loved. — Margaret Atwood

There are to be no toeholds for love. We are two-legged wombs, that's all: sacred vessels, ambulatory chalices. — Margaret Atwood

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

I'll make you mine, lovers said in old books. They never said, I'll make you me. — Margaret Atwood

She had no images of this love. She could offer no anecdotes. It was a belief rather than a memory. — Margaret Atwood

I knew what love was supposed to be: obsession with undertones of nausea. — Margaret Atwood

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

You're to love as a cock-teaser is to fucking. — Margaret Atwood

Who invented the word love? — Margaret Atwood

All that time, blowing away in the summer breeze. It was daisies for love though, and we did that too — Margaret Atwood