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Neither must he use himself to cut off actions only, but thoughts and imaginations also, that are unnecessary for so will unnecessary consequent actions the better be prevented and cut off.
— Marcus Aurelius
Did not he, then, who, if he had died at that time, would have died in all his glory, owe all the great and terrible misfortunes into which he subsequently fell to the prolongation of his life at that time?
— Cicero
We have begun to slam doors, and to throw things. I throw my purse, an ashtray, a package of chocolate chips, which breaks on impact. We are picking up chocolate chips for days. Jon throws a glass of milk, the milk, not the glass: he knows his own strength, as I do not. He throws a box of Cheerios, unopened. The things I throw miss, although they are worse things. The things he throws hit, but are harmless. I begin to see how the line is crossed, between histrionics and murder.
— 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
But sins must not be overlooked simply because the sinner is skilled.
— Margaret Atwood
Things written down can cause a great deal of harm. All too often, people don't consider that.
— Margaret Atwood
Maybe it's about who can do what to whom and can be forgiven for it. Never tell me it amounts to the same thing.
— Margaret Atwood
Such regrets are of no practical use. I made choices, and then, having made them, I had fewer choices. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I took the one most travelled by. It was littered with corpses, as such roads are. But as you will have noticed, my own corpse is not among them.
— Margaret Atwood
An eye for an eye only leads to more blindness.
— Margaret Atwood
but they mean well, I remind myself. Is that ever a convincing excuse when there's blood on the carpet?
— Margaret Atwood
There is a silence. But sometimes it's as dangerous not to speak.
— Margaret Atwood
What will Ofwarren give birth to? A baby, as we all hope? Or something else, an Unbaby, with a pinhead or a snout like a dog's, or two bodies, or a hole in its heart or no arms, or webbed hands and feet? There's no telling. They could tell once, with machines, but that is now outlawed. What would be the point of knowing, anyway? You can't have them taken out; whatever it is must be carried to term.
— Margaret Atwood