Time: old cold time, old sorrow, settling down in layers like silt in a pond.
“Time: old cold time, old sorrow, settling down in layers like silt in a pond.”
— Margaret Atwood · Time
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Time: old cold time, old sorrow, settling down in layers like silt in a pond.
“Time: old cold time, old sorrow, settling down in layers like silt in a pond.”
— Margaret Atwood · Time
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“Time: old cold time, old sorrow, settling down in layers like silt in a pond.”
“...I tried to pray, but the words would not come, and I believe that is because I had ill-wished Nancy, I had indeed wished her dead; but I did not do so right then. But why did I need to pray, when God was right there, hovering above us like the Angel of Death over the Egyptians, I could feel his cold breath, I could hear the beating of his dark wings, inside my heart. God is everywhere, I thought, so God is in the kitchen, and God is in Nancy, and God is in McDermott, and in McDermott's hands, and God is in the axe too. Then I heard a dull sound from within, like a heavy door closing shut, and after that I can remember no more for a time.”
“...we must be a beacon of hope, because if you tell people there's nothing they can do, they will do worse than nothing.”
“When I am writing fiction, I believe I am much better organized, more methodical - one has to be when writing a novel. Writing poetry is a state of free float.”
“Neither of us says the word love, not once. It would be tempting fate; it would be romance, bad luck.”
“Your destiny lies in your hands and can be molded with each passing day by the choices you make”
“Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.”
“In such seconds of decision entire futures are made.”
“Discipline is not a lack of freedom, it is a harmonious relationship with time.”
“Every time you read a poem aloud to yourself in the presence of others, you are reading it into yourself and them. Voice helps to carry words farther and deeper than the eye.”
“In the grand tapestry of human existence, time stands alone as the most democratic of resources. Each morning, as the sun peeks over the horizon, we all receive the same precious allotment: 24 hours, 1,440 minutes, 86,400 seconds. No more, no less.”