Time is the great eraser, both of sorrow and of joy.
Sometimes he sang to me, making me smile because he was always slightly off-key, my husband who was so perfect at everything else. For me, that was part of his charm.
Love comes like lightning, and disappears the same way. If you are lucky, it strikes you right. If not, you'll spend your life yearning for a man you can't have.
It’s hard to tell them apart, what we bring upon ourselves and what destiny determines.
I tried to hold on to this compassion, sensing its preciousness, but even as I reached to grasp it, it dissipated into wisps. No revelation can endure unless it is bolstered by a calm pure mind- and I...
I liked his voice, rich and unself-conscious even when he forgot words and hummed to fill in the gap. What I didn't understand, I imagined, and thus it became a love song.
Hope not built on reason brings disappointment only.
He never wasted time, Ram, especially on things he believed he couldn’t change.
Good daughters are fortunate lamps, brightening the family’s name.
For isn't that what our homes are ultimately, our fantasies made corporeal, our secret selves exposed? The converse is also true: we grow to become that which we live within.
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.
Each desire in the world is different, as is each love.
But some things can’t be told that way, I know that now. They can only be approached stealthily, from behind, like wild birds. And even then they catch your scent and take flight before you throw your...
Aren't we all pawns in the hands of time, the greatest player of them all?
Perhaps what distinguishes my characters is their courage and spirit and a certain stubbornness which enables them to keep going even when facing a setback. I think this developed organically as I wro...
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...
The confidence of the untested.
We are the keepers of the heart's dusty corners.
The wind blows through him, cleansing. Salt and distance, smell of the deep.
It's a rare man—and an even rarer ruler—that can remain untouched by jealousy in the face of a peer's sudden prosperity.