It’s hard to tell them apart, what we bring upon ourselves and what destiny determines.
Good daughters are fortunate lamps, brightening the family’s name.
He never wasted time, Ram, especially on things he believed he couldn’t change.
Isn't that what truth is? The force of a person's believing seeps into those around him- into the very earth and air and water- until there's nothing else.
In your yearning you have made me into that which I am not.
Most of all, I understood that things happen to us for many complicated reasons, arising from both the past and the future.
Til which fried in its own oil restores lustre when one has lost interest in life. I will be Tilottama, the essence of til, life-giver, restorer of health and hope.
My favorite part was when my grandfather and I would make a special trip to Firpo's Bakery for red and green Christmas cookies and fruitcake studded with the sweetest cherries I've ever tasted. Usuall...
Tomorrow is another day. I've got plenty of things to worry about right now.
The power of a man is like a bull’s charge, while the power of a woman moves aslant, like a serpent seeking its prey. Know the particular properties of your power. Unless you use it correctly, it won’...
The pleasures that arise from sense-objects are bound to end, and thus they are only sources of pain. Don’t get attached to them. And: When a man reaches a state where honor and dishonor are alike to...
Rage rises up in me until my whole body is scorched, for some kinds of burning don’t require a fire. Not a word of love, not a word of apology for the sorrow he has caused me. Not a word about the unj...
Promises only lead to trouble.
Or is this how humans survive, shrugging off history, immersing themselves in the moment?
I saw something I hadn't realized before: words wasted energy. I would use my strength instead to nurture my belief that my life would unfurl uniquely.
I guess that's when people call their mothers - when their world is falling apart.
Every person has a heart, but we're not always lucky enough to get a glimpse of it. And every heart, even the hardest, has a fragile spot. If you hit it there, it shatters.
Everyone breathes in air, but it's a wise person who knows when to use that air to speak and when to exhale in silence.
Girls have to be toughened so they can survive a world that presses harder on women.
Can our actions change our destiny? Or are they like sand piled against the breakage in a dam, merely delaying the inevitable?
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