Quotes by Canadian Authors - Page 174

Remembering. Forgetting. I'm not sure which is worse.
Kelley Armstrong
Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.
L.M. Montgomery
I don't care if you're black, white, straight, bisexual, gay, lesbian, short, tall, fat, skinny, rich or poor. If you're nice to me, I'll be nice to you. Simple as that.
Robert Michaels
Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love.
Margaret Atwood
So I placed my heart under lock and key To take some time, and take care of me But I turn around and you're standing here
Deborah Cox
Your absence has not taught me to be alone, it merely has shown that when together we cast a single shadow on the wall.
Doug Fetherling
And if you couldn't be loved, the next best thing was to be let alone.
L.M. Montgomery
Love cannot be reduced to a catalogue of reasons why, and a catalogue of reasons cannot be put together into love.
Eleanor Catton
To love is to recognize yourself in another.
Eckhart Tolle
And I'll dance with you in Vienna,I'll be wearing a river's disguise.The hyacinth wild on my shouldermy mouth on the dew of your thighs.And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,with the photographs there and the moss.And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty,my cheap violin and my cross.
Leonard Cohen
Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing whatever's been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you've made.
Margaret Atwood
It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her, yet I do not think I can exist without her.
Charlotte Featherstone