Girl Without HandsWalking through the ruinson your way to workthat do not look like ruinswith the sunlight pouring overthe seen worldlike hail or meltedsilver, that brightand magnificent, each leafand stone quickened and specific in it, and you can't hold it, you can't hold any of it. Distance surrounds you, marked out by the ends of your armswhen they are stretched to their fullest. You can go no farther than this, you think, walking forward, pushing the distance in front of youlike a metal cart on wheelswith its barriers and horizontals. Appearance melts away from you, the offices and pyramidson the horizon shimmer and cease. No one can enter that circleyou have made, that clean circleof dead space you have madeand stay inside, mourning because it is clean. Then there's the girl, in the white dress, meaning purity, or the failureto be any colour. She has no hands, it's true. The scream that happened to the airwhen they were taken offsurrounds her now like an aureoleof hot sand, of no sound. Everything has bled out of her. Only a girl like thiscan know what's happened to you. If she were here she wouldreach out her arms towardsyou now, and touch youwith her absent handsand you would feel nothing, but you would betouched all the same. Margaret Atwood
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
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Emily Dickinson
Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I'll be happy for the rest of my fucked up little life.
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Charlotte Eriksson
When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive–to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love–then make that day count!
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Steve Maraboli
Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.
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Roman Payne
I want to live my life in such a way that when I get out of bed in the morning, the devil says, "aw shit, he's up!
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Steve Maraboli
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.
