Margaret Atwood Quotes

I see myself as a flashlight in the dark. I'm not trying to be overlooked anymore.

But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.

They see her differently now, as somebody. And isn't that what everyone wants? To be seen?

The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.

Can you see me? All of me? Probably not. No one ever really has.

It was so easy to disown what you couldn't recognize, to keep yourself apart from things that were foreign and unsettling. The only person you can be sure to control, always, is yourself. Which is a lot to be sure of, but at the same time, not enough.

I can’t fight the sun. I can only watch helplessly as it drags me into a day that I’ve been dreading for months. Katniss Everdeen

The mind is its own beautiful prisoner. Mind looked long at the sticky moon opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one afternoon. The last thing he saw was you naked amid unnaked things.

People need to know who I am and where I'm coming from.

She was working to remind herself of who she was. She was working to remember that somewhere in another place entirely she was known and loved.

anymore time in that black hole and ill go insane.

Now I am here - now read me - give me a name.

What we really yearn for as human beings is to be visible.

Only in relationship can you know yourself, not in abstraction, and certainly not in isolation.

They held each other and wept as the night closed its fist around their tiny shelter, and the world below them seethed with killers both living and dead.

You say you are a nameless man. You are not to your wife and to your child. You will not long remain so to your immediate colleagues if you can answer their simple questions when they come into your office. You are not nameless to me. Do not remain nameless to yourself — it is too sad a way to be. Know your place in the world and evaluate yourself fairly, not in terms of the naïve ideals of your own youth, nor in terms of what you erroneously imagine your teacher's ideals are.

I'm alone. And I'm crying. And no one is coming to the crib. And the nightlight has burned out. And I'm mad. I'm so mad. Left frontal lobe. I...I...I don't feel so good. Left occipital lobe. I... don't remember where...Left parietal lobe. I...I...I can't remember my name,but...but...Right temporal...but I'm still here. Right frontal. I'm still here... Right occipital.I'm still...Right parietal. I'm...Cerebellum. I'm...Thalamus. I...Hypothalamus. I...Hippocampus...Medulla.

You have to name it to claim it

If you want to be seen, stand up. If you want to be heard, speak up. If you want to be appreciated, shut up.

Keep walking. Hot night right now, right here. All you have is what you are. All you want is much too much. All you get is so much less. All you feel is nothing. All you see is darkness. All you know is senseless and all you can do about it is ride.

I have been loved, Edward told the stars. So? said the stars. What difference does that make when you are all alone now?

Now the world has gone to bed, Darkness won't engulf my head, I can see by infrared, How I hate the night. Now I lay me down to sleep, Try to count electric sheep, Sweet dream wishes you can keep, How I hate the night. -Marvin

Death is the black backing on the mirror that allows us to see anything at all.

What of fame? Everybody knows your name: never again are you alone.