Now that she no longer cares whether tears blotch her letter, she feels no need to weep.
Love comes like lightning , and disappears the same way..If you are lucky it strikes you right..
Just as we cast off worn clothes and wear new ones, when the time arrives, the soul casts off the body and finds a new one to work out its karma. Therefore the wise grieve neither for the living nor t...
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.
Each word she’d set down in the journals was a gift and a wound.
Each desire in the world is different, as is each love.
Around me celestial flowers are falling in a crystal shower. Or are they the tears of the gods who crowd the skies, looking down in sorrow and admiration at my final act of self-respect?
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.
You did what you were supposed to. Played your part perfectly.
We are the keepers of the heart's dusty corners.
Tomorrow is another day. I've got plenty of things to worry about right now.
This is the nature of sorrow; often it fades with time, but once in a while it remains lodged below the surface of things, a stubborn thorn beneath a fingernail, making itself felt every time you brus...
They say in the old tales that when a man and a woman exchange looks the way we did, their spirits mingle. Their gaze is a rope of gold binding each to the other. Even if they never meet again, they c...
There’s always a connection, a reason because of which people enter your orbit, bristling with dark energy like a meteor intent on collision.
There was an unexpected freedom in finding out that one wasn't as important as one had always assumed!
The mark of a wise man is that he changes his mind when he sees mistake.
Sometimes I wonder if there is such a thing as reality, an objective and untouched nature of being. Or if all that we encounter has already been changed by what we had imagined it to be. If we have dr...
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.
My first lesson on nature of love was that in a moment it could fulfill the cravings of a lifetime, like a light that someone might shine into a cavern that has been dark for a million years.