Frases

¿Con qué más me lleno los vacíos? Me estoy quedando sin ideas…

[belle-indifference]

Conozco esas lágrimas que no caen y se consumen en los ojos, conozco ese dolor feliz, esa especie de felicidad dolorosa, ese ser y no ser, ese tener y no tener, ese querer y no poder.

José Saramago (via belle-indifference)

[laurabonillag]

No sé cómo me caben en mis manos tantas ganas de tocarte.

[the-book-diaries]

Nights and days and days and nights, hundreds of them slipping through my fingers.

Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

[ya-no-la-quiero]

[quotemadness]

Everyone thinks writers must know more about the inside of the human head, but that’s wrong. They know less, that’s why they write. Trying to find out what everyone else takes for granted.

Margaret Atwood (via quotemadness)

[vox]

There is no ‘the future.’ There is an infinite number of possible futures. Which one will actually become the future? It’s going to depend on how we behave now.

Margaret Atwood

[quotemadness]

It’s still you. It’s still you.

Margaret Atwood 

[macrolit]

War is what happens when language fails.

Margaret Atwood

[we-the-dreamers]

I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.

Agatha Christie 

[quotemadness]

This is what I miss… not something that’s gone, but something that will never happen.

Margaret Atwood 

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Margaret Atwood, from an interview featured in “Two Solicitudes,” orginally published c. 1998

[quotemadness]

I exist in two places. here, and where you are.

Margaret Atwood 

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

Where do the words go / when we have said them?

Margaret Atwood, from “The Small Cabin,” Selected Poems I 1965-1975 

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Life goes more smoothly without a heart,

Margaret Atwood, from Selected Poems II: 1976 - 1986; “The Woman Makes Peace With Her Faulty Heart,”

[quotemadness]

It disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional.

Margaret Atwood 

[adrasteiax]

(…) memory is no friend. It can only tell you what you no longer have:

Margaret Atwood, from A Visit in “Morning In The Burned House”

[quotemadness]

Strange how we decorate pain.

Margaret Atwood