Margaret Atwood Quotes About Children

Quotes about: Children

• Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.

  Margaret Atwood

  Patience, Children, Wall

• Little girls are cute and small only to adults. To one another they are not cute. They are life-sized.

  Margaret Atwood

  Cute, Family, Girl

  Margaret Atwood (1988). “Cat's eye”, Doubleday, 1989

• Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person children are writing for when they scrawl their names in the snow.

  Margaret Atwood

  Children, Writing, Names

  Margaret Atwood (2007). “The Blind Assassin: A Novel”, p.43, Anchor

• Time has not stood still. It has washed over me, washed me away, as if I'm nothing more than a woman of sand, left by a careless child too near the water.

  Margaret Atwood

  Time, Children, Water

  Margaret Atwood (2016). “The Handmaid's Tale”, p.352, Random House

• No mother is ever, completely, a child's idea of what a mother should be, and I suppose it works the other way around as well. But despite everything, we didn't do too badly by one another, we did as well as most.

  Margaret Atwood

  Mother, Children, Ideas

  FaceBook post by Margaret Atwood from Sep 25, 2014

• You're sad because you're sad. It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical. Go see a shrink or take a pill, or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll you need to sleep. Well, all children are sad but some get over it. Count your blessings. Better than that, buy a hat. Buy a coat or a pet. Take up dancing to forget.

  Margaret Atwood

  Children, Sadness, Sleep

  Margaret Atwood (2015). “Morning in the Burned House”, p.15, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Without the protection of surliness and levity, all children would be crushed by the past—the past of others, loaded onto their shoulders. Selfishness is their saving grace.

  Margaret Atwood

  Children, Past, Grace

  Margaret Atwood (2007). “The Blind Assassin: A Novel”, p.419, Anchor

• The temptation is to stay inside; to subside into the kind of recluse whom neighborhood children regard with derision and little awe; to let the hedges and weeds grow up, to allow the doors to rust shut, to lie on my bed in some gown-shaped garment and let my hair lengthens and spread out over the pillow and my fingernails to sprout into claws, while candle wax drips onto the carpet. But long ago I made a choice between classicism and romanticism. I prefer to be upright and contained—an urn in daylight.

  Margaret Atwood

  Weed, Children, Growing Up

• He’d developed a strangely tender feeling towards such words, as if they were children abandoned in the woods and it was his duty to rescue them.

  Margaret Atwood

  Children, Feelings, Woods

• But thoughtless ingratitude is the armour of the young; without it, how would they ever get through life? The old wish the young well, but they wish them ill also: they would like to eat them up, and absorb their vitality, and remain immortal themselves. Without the protection of surliness and levity, all children would be crushed by the past - the past of others, loaded on their shoulders. Selfishness is their saving grace.

  Margaret Atwood

  Children, Past, Grace

  Margaret Atwood (2007). “The Blind Assassin: A Novel”, p.419, Anchor

• Of course (said Oryx), having a money value was no substitute for love. Every child should have love, every person should have it. . . . but love was undependable, it came and then it went, so it was good to have a money value, because then at least those who wanted to make a profit from you would make sure you were fed enough and not damaged too much. Also there were many who had neither love nor a money value, and having one of these things was better than having nothing.

  Margaret Atwood

  Children, Should Have, Too Much

• Children were vehicles for passing things along. These things could be kingdoms, rich wedding gifts, stories, grudges, blood feuds. Through children, alliances were forged; through children, wrongs were avenged. To have a child was to set loose a force in the world.

  Margaret Atwood

  Children, Blood, Alliances

  Margaret Atwood (2003). “The Penelopiad”, p.24, Canongate Books

• For the children with their greedy little mouths represent the future, which like time itself will devour all now alive.

  Margaret Atwood

  Children, Alive, Mouths

  Margaret Atwood (2007). “The Blind Assassin: A Novel”, p.129, Anchor

• I didn't go to school for a full year until I was 12. In the summer I was a wild child in the woods, with no shoes, and in the fall it was back to the city, shoe shops and school.

  Margaret Atwood

  Summer, Children, Fall

• 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

• Some of the old diseases that we think are gone - case in point, measles - are back, now that somebody has spread around, in a very wicked way, the idea that these inoculations were making children autistic. Now we're getting outbreaks that are killing children. The end result is, if you create a population that lacks immunity, and diseases are still there, you're going to get outbreaks and you're going to get death.

  Margaret Atwood

  Children, Thinking, Ideas

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• Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.

  Margaret Atwood

  Patience, Children, Remember You

  Margaret Atwood (2003). “The Penelopiad”, p.43, Canongate Books

• No matter how much you've been warned, Death always comes without knocking. Why now? is the cry. Why so soon? It's the cry of a child being called home at dusk.

  Margaret Atwood

  Death, Children, Home

  Margaret Atwood (2009). “The Year of the Flood”, p.325, Anchor

• It's a critical fallacy of our times ... that a writer should 'grow,' 'change,' or 'develop.' This fallacy causes us to expect from children or radishes: 'grow,' or there's something wrong with you. But writers are not radishes. If you look at what most writers actually do, it resembles a theme with variations more than it does the popular notion of growth.

  Margaret Atwood

  Children, Growth, Doe

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