This was my first lesson on the nature of love: that in a moment it could fulfil the cravings of a lifetime, like a light that someone might shine into a cavern that has been dark for a million years.
How pride had kept them from admitting their mistakes—and
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...
I guess there's a lot we hope for that never happens.
Ii would no longer waste time on regret. I would turn my face to the future and carve it into the shape I wanted. - Panchali
Once I heard my mother say that each of us lives in a separate universe, one that we have dreamed into being. We love people when their dream coincides with ours, the way two cutout designs laid one o...
Open yourself to the sight, and it will show you what you need to know. But never attempt to bend it to your will. Never pry into a particular life that has been brought to your care. That is to break...
Pain makes us crazy. All we want is to throw the live coal of it as far from us as we can, not thinking what we might set afire.
Rakhi likes the comfortable clutter of her life, the things she loves gathered around her like a shawl against the winterliness of the world.
She taught me to close myself off from the sorrow of others so that I might survive
Such is the ancient law of the universe. Of karma and its fruit. The idea of motive is irrelevant to it.
That’s how love stops us when it might be healthier to speak out, to not let frustration and rage build up until it explodes.
The fates are cruel, Bheeshma whispered, and they’ve been crueler than usual to you. But the sins you committed in ignorance are not your fault. I’ll still have to pay for them, Karna said. Isn’t that...
The heart itself is beyond control. That is its power, and its weakness.
The herbs and chants weren’t working because of my anger towards Ram. In some dark part of my soul, I wanted him to suffer.
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.
When your heart is crusted over with your own pain, it is easy to feel little for others.
Who am I to say that small joys are less valuable than a passion which shatters your life?
Who held his cries in until red swam behind his eyelids like bleeding stars.
Why are you attracted to self-sabotage? I
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