Nothing is more opaque than absolute transparency. Look--my feet don't hit the marble! Like breath or a balloon, I'm rising, I hover six inches in the air in my blazing swan-egg of light. You think I'm not a goddess? Try me. This is a torch song. Touch me and you'll burn. Margaret Atwood
A thousand lips, a thousand eyes, a thousand hearts will read these words, as you read them, graze them, this moment. Thousands will utter them into the abyss, someday, perhaps for years to come; loudly, softly, repeatedly, again and again and again. Some will mock,...
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V.S.Atbay
The will of life and death, never share the same motivation...we all know that love is the ultimate motive to die for...but let’s not kid ourselves......we all know the ultimate motive to rise back from the dead is vengeance.
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Non Nomen
The spirit, my love, is stronger than laughter, stronger than the hungry pantingof reckless lionsthat paw and shuffle underneath the canopy of bowed trees, stronger than the pace of a dying heart, that awaits to be pumped to life by episodes mothered by time, by...
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V.S. Atbay
I love you just the way you arebut you don't see you like I do. You shouldn't try so hard to be perfect. Trust me, perfect should try to be you.
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Bo Burnham
Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.
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Jalaluddin Rumi
More Quotes By 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.
Falling in love, we said; I fell for him. We were falling women. We believed in it, this downward motion: so lovely, like flying, and yet at the same time so dire, so extreme, so unlikely. God is love, they once said, but we reversed...
How could I be sleeping with this particular man.... Surely only true love could justify my lack of taste.
A truth should exist, it should not be usedlike this. If I love youis that a fact or a weapon?
Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love.
