Quotes by Roshani Chokshi

Her power was a wrenching thing, starless black and sorrow, but my magic was something more...it was hope.

And in such bliss does devastation grow.

Who wanted to be smiled at by the girl that trailed shadows like pets, conjured snakes and waited for Death, her bridegroom, to steal her from these walls?

I used to think fear either numbed or nudged. Now I knew fear did neither. Fear was a key that fit every persons hollow spaces---those things that kept us cold at night and that place where we retreated when no one was looking---and all it could do was unlock what was already there.

Fear was a reminder that even the insubstantial could kill. But insubstantial meant it had no shape. It couldnt be conquered or tamed or avoided. Only moved through, with force and will.

I love you, he murmured into my hair. You are my night and stars, the fate I would fix myself to in any life.

I wanted a love thick with time, as inscrutable as if a lathe had carved it from night and as familiar as the marrow in my bones. I wanted the impossible, which made it that much easier to push out of my mind.

Neither the secret whirring song of the stars nor the sonorous canticles of the earth knew the language that sprang up in the space between us. It was a dialect of heartbeats, strung together with the lilt of long suffering and the incandescent hope of an infinite future.

All war is philosophical. Thats why we call it war. Strip it of its paint and its nothing more than murder.

What property is left to dreamers when every idea has been tamed and conquered? What about the poet who dreams of embracing the night sky? Its utterly impossible. And yet the thought of it sparks song and dance, poetry and philosophy.

Beauty, coveted though it was, could not outlive you. Only actions would.

I know your soul. Everything else is just an ornament.

You know nothing about me. I know your soul. Everything else is an ornament.

My joy was ghostly, like something not quite realized.

He loved her. And she loved him. And in such bliss does devastation grow.

Existence is the gift. Life is a choice.

Theres always impossibilities in dreams. Dream more.

A memory is a fine legacy to leave behind.

I promised you the moon for your throne and stars to wear in your hair, said Amar, gesturing inside. And I always keep my promises.

Father once said the real language of diplomacy was in the space between words.