Quotes about Experience
For years I wanted to be older, and now I am.
— Margaret Atwood
And sometimes it happened, for a time. That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain. You would look at the man one day and you would think, I loved you, and the tense would be past, and you would be filled with a sense of wonder, because it was such an amazing and precarious and dumb thing to have done; and you would know too why your friends had been evasive about it, at the time. There is a good deal of comfort, now, in remembering this.
— Margaret Atwood
Torture is like dancing: I'm too old for it. Let the younger ones practice their bravery.
— Margaret Atwood
That was all quite long ago. I see it in retrospect, indulgently, from the point I've reached now. But how else could I see it. We can't really travel to the past, no matter how we try. if we do, it's as tourists.
— Margaret Atwood
Messy love is better than none, I guess. I'm no authority on sane living. Which is all true and no hep at all, because this form of love is like the pain of childbirth: so intense it's hard to remember afterwards, or what kind of screams and grimaces it pushed you into.
— Margaret Atwood
So much for endings. Beginnings are always more fun. True connoisseurs, however, are known to favor the stretch in between, since it's the hardest to do anything with.
— Margaret Atwood
How young they are, how frisky! I thought. How touchingly innocent! Was I ever like that? I could not remember.
— Margaret Atwood
He's a young man, my own age or a little older, which is young for a man although not for a woman
— Margaret Atwood
Every war is the war for whoever's lived through it.
— Margaret Atwood
it is better to journey than to arrive, as long as we journey in firm faith and for selfless ends.
— Margaret Atwood
Sometimes he gets high, on the pot that circulates as freely as cigarettes did once. He thinks he should be enjoying this experience more than he actually does.
— Margaret Atwood
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