Margaret Atwood Quotes About Flowers

• Todos sus hábitos siguen ahí, latentes como flores en el desierto. Si se dieran las condiciones adecuadas, todas sus viejas adicciones florecerían plena y exuberantemente.

  Margaret Atwood

  Mentira, Flor, Recuperación

  Margaret Atwood (2004). "Oryx y Crake", p.276, Anchor

• I look up at the ceiling, tracing the foliage of the wreath. Today it makes me think of a hat, the large-brimmed hats women used to wear at some period during the old days: hats like enormous halos, festooned with fruit and flowers, and the feathers of exotic birds; hats like an idea of paradise, floating just above the head, a thought solidified.

  Margaret Atwood

  Flor, Pensamiento, Ideas

  Margaret Atwood (1986). “The Handmaid's Tale”, p.128, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• And consider: it is loss to which everything flows, absence in which everything flowers

  Margaret Atwood

  Flower, Loss, Flow

  Margaret Atwood (2007). “The Tent”, p.27, Anchor

• 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

  Beautiful, Flower, Heart

  Margaret Atwood (1986). “The Handmaid's Tale”, p.200, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Money as such is, as Oscar Wilde said, perfectly useless. You can't eat it, drink it, shelter yourself from the cold with it, wear it, or make love with it unless deeply disturbed. In and of itself, it has no emotions, no mind, and no conscience. It doesn't put out flowers or have children, and it makes a lousy pet. It has meaning only when it circulates, and is exchanged for other things; and money doesn't do that for itself. People do that, using money as a symbolic token.

  Margaret Atwood

  Children, Flower, People

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