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...
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.
Leela's happiest childhood memories were of aloneness: reading in her room with the door closed, playing chess on the computer, embarking on long bike rides through the city, going to the movies by he...
It didn’t drain me as I thought it might. Instead, it invigorated me. Such was love’s magic—the giver gained more than the receiver.
In the things we love lie clues to who we are. What we want for those we love.
If you want to stand up against wrongdoing, if you want to bring about change, do it in a way that doesn’t bruise a man’s pride. You’ll have a better chance of success.
I guess there's a lot we hope for that never happens.
I closed my eyes and willed my breath to slow, my conscious mind to fold itself inward. I could feel heat pulsing from my daughter's head, her frantic thoughts whirling like broken glass. I loosened m...
How pride had kept them from admitting their mistakes—and
Good daughters are fortunate lamps, brightening the family's name. Wicked daughters are firebrands, blackening the family's fame.
Did you ever think how monotonous your life would be if you could see all that was coming to you?
But where love and sorrow bind people together, goodbyes are not so easily said. We were about to discover that.
Wait for a man to avenge your honor, and you’ll wait forever.
Sometimes one has to drop logic and go with the instinct of the heart, even if it contradicts law.
Who am I to say that small joys are less valuable than a passion which shatters your life?
To return to the peaceful forest, its healing green canopies. To return to the ashram community, where everyone trusts and accepts me,
She who sows vengeance must reap its bloody fruit.
She taught me to close myself off from the sorrow of others so that I might survive
She had always been this way: interested-quite unnecessarily, some would say-in the secrets of strangers. When flying, she always chose a window seat so that when the plane took off or landed, she cou...
Love. There’s no argument, no matter how strong, that can overcome that word.