Quotes about Perception
You don't look back along time but down through it, like water. Sometimes this comes to the surface, sometimes that, sometimes nothing. Nothing goes away.
— Margaret Atwood
How were we to know we were happy?
— Margaret Atwood
I sink down into my body as into a swamp, fenland, where only I know the footing…. I'm a cloud, congealed around a central object, the shape of a pear, which is hard and more real than I am and glows red within its translucent wrapping. Inside it is a space, huge as the sky at night and dark and curved like that, though black-red rather than black.
— Margaret Atwood
What you don't know won't hurt you. A dubious maxim: sometimes what you don't know can hurt you very much.
— Margaret Atwood
Some days I do appreciate things more, eggs, flowers, but then I decide I'm only having an attack of sentimentality, my brain going pastel Technicolor, like a beautiful-sunset greeting cards they used to make so many of in California. High-gloss hearts. The danger is grayout.
— Margaret Atwood
Not real can tell us about real.
— Margaret Atwood
But the adjectives change," said Jimmy. "Nothing's worse than last year's adjectives.
— Margaret Atwood
Imagine a famine. Now imagine a piece of bread. Both of these things are real but you happen to be in the same room with only one of them. Put yourself into a different room, that's what the mind is for.
— Margaret Atwood
Is anything wrong, dear? the old joke went. No, why? You moved. Just don't move.
— Margaret Atwood
As it says in the Bible, For now we through a glass, darkly; but then face to face. If it is face to face, there must be two looking.
— Margaret Atwood
Yet each flower, each twig, each pebble, shines as though illuminated from within, as once before, on her first day in the Garden. It's the stress, it's the adrenalin, it's a chemical effect: she knows this well enough. But why is it built in? she thinks. Why are we designed to see the world as supremely beautiful just as we're about to be snuffed? Do rabbits feel the same as the fox teeth bite down on their necks? Is it mercy?
— Margaret Atwood
None of them was willing to be a girl, he said. You can see why not. I know, right? I don't blame them, she said with a hard edge to her voice. Being a girl is the pits, trust me.
— Margaret Atwood