Top 400 Roshani Chokshi Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “And in such bliss does devastation grow.”

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52. “Fashion, my love, just like the universe, owes you neither explanation nor rationale.”

— Roshani Chokshi

53. “It is better, perhaps, to be thought of as a fiction than to be discarded from memory completely.”

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54. “Never underestimate the human capacity for betrayal.”

— Roshani Chokshi

55. “The world moves to the tune of logic, even if it wears the face of chaos.”

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56. “Existence is the gift. Life is a choice.”

— Roshani Chokshi

57. “Half of winning, my dear wallet, is simply looking victorious.”

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58. “A particularly good book has a way of opening new spaces in one’s mind. It even invited you to come back later and rummage through what you’d learn.”

— Roshani Chokshi

59. “Her mother’s voice rang in her ears: ‘Don’t capture their hearts. Steal their imagination. It’s far more useful.”

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60. “I don’t want to be their equal. I don’t want them to look us in the eye. I want them to look away, to blink harshly, as if they’d stared at the sun itself. I don’t want them standing across from us. I want them kneeling.”

— Roshani Chokshi

61. “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?”

— Roshani Chokshi

62. “And, more than anything, I began to recognize a little of that woman from the memory. The woman who had pruned a crystal rose in a garden of glass. The woman whom Amar had looked at, as though she held the universe in her gaze, as if galaxies lined her smile, as though she were myths and love and song contained in one body.”

— Roshani Chokshi

63. “Numbers never lied.”

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64. “Is it our shame that we’re hiding or our delusions that we can hide at all?”

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65. “When you are who they expect you to be, they never look too closely. If you’re furious, let it be fuel.”

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66. “Idiot. It was just a word. It had no weight, no atomic number, no chemical structure with which it could bind to and thus make it real. But it hurt.”

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67. “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? It’s utterly impossible. And yet the thought of it sparks song and dance, poetry and philosophy.”

— Roshani Chokshi

68. “I used to think fear either numbed or nudged. Now I knew fear did neither. Fear was a key that fit every person’s 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.”

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69. “The movements so precise it was as if she’d sewn her shadow to the beat.”

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70. “My heart was breaking. I thought I knew, finally, what it meant to be a ghost. It meant speaking your words around a mouth full of loss. It meant grasping onto echoes and hoping, praying that the words still meant something.”

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71. “Aiden really looked at her then. His eyes were wide and dark, but not pure black. There were flashes of blue iridescence in them, like in Urvashi’s eyes. Maybe it was an apsara trait. It made sense to Aru. Apsaras spent so much time dancing in the night skies that maybe their eyes eventually mirrored them.”

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72. “And perhaps that in itself was the great secret – not just for legacy, but also for life. You could carry a story inside you and hold it up to the light when you needed it the most. You could peer through it, like a frame, and see how it changed your view when you looked out onto the world.”

— Roshani Chokshi

73. “Aru didn’t want to see all those gray spaces between good and bad – she just wanted things to be easy.”

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74. “Aru was twelve years old. Even she knew that half the time she didn’t know what she was doing.”

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75. “Death stood on the other side of the chamber doors. Today I would not meet it in my usual armor of leather and chain-mail, but in the armor of silk and cosmetics. One might think one armor was stronger than the other, but a red lip was its own scimitar and a kohl darkened eye could aim true as a steel-tipped arrow. Death might be waiting, but I was going to be a queen. I would have my throne if I would have to carve a path of blood and bone to get it back. Death could wait.”

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76. “The problem with guilt was not how it attacks the present, but how it stained the past. Hindsight was a blemish on memory.”

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77. “A soldier’s hand grasped for me, but Amar pulled me away. Arrows zoomed past, but each time one came near, he would whirl me out of the way. Amar never shouted. He didn’t even speak. He moved fluidly, dodging javelins, always a few steps behind me, a living shield. His hood never budged and revealed nothing more than the bottom half of his face.”

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78. “Vikram hated fear. He hated how it fed on him and stripped away his comfortable blindness. Fear forced him to hold up the contents of his heart to the light.”

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79. “Though the room was nearly dark, whatever light clung to its corners now raced to illuminate Laila. It seemed the world couldn’t help but want to be near her... every bean of light, pair of eyes, atom of air. Maybe that’s why sometimes he couldn’t breathe around her.”

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80. “The image you see here is a representation of the Thriae, a triplicate bee goddess – a recurring motif of trinity goddesses – who had the gift of prophecy. The other is a representation of Bhramari, a Hindu goddess of bees. Am I pronouncing that correctly, Laila?”

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81. “Secrets are curious things. They are flimsy and easily broken. For this reason, they prefer to remain hidden.”

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82. “Wolves were everywhere. In politics, on thrones, in beds. They cut their teeth on history and grew fat on war.”

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83. “Sometimes the act of wanting was more intoxicating than the pleasure of realizing the act.”

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84. “Maybe that’s why the best laughs tend to break free on the edge of lightless horror. Only then can they gives wings to a drooping spirit.”

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85. “Fear grew in places unlit by knowledge.”

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86. “So will you see me again before I’m a goat?”

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87. “Preservation is an innocent desire.”

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88. “Aasha readied herself. In the other rooms, she heard her sisters squabbling over lost cosmetics and borrowed outfits, arguing over the philosophical merits of one poem compared to another. Their love and gentle fights had been the music of her life for so long. But beyond the tent, a different song called out to her.”

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89. “My joy was ghostly, like something not quite realized.”

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90. “Believe that our destinies aren’t chains around our necks, but wings that give us flight.”

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91. “All war is philosophical. That’s why we call it war. Strip it of its paint and it’s nothing more than murder.”

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92. “I see only night and smoke, dreams and glass, embers and wings. And I would not have you any other way.”

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93. “She winked. “Trust in cake.”

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94. “But what no one tells you is that even when you decide which world you will live in, the world may not always see you as you would wish. Sometimes it demands that you be so outrageous as to transcend your very skin. You can change your name. Your eye colour. Make yourself a myth and live within it, so that you belong to no one but yourself.”

— Roshani Chokshi

95. “They may have covered their lips with silk, but their words were unseathed daggers.”

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96. “It wasn’t right to honor the dead with inaction.”

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97. “Can we be happy for Goliath from behind a sheet of glass and a net and a fence? Maybe a ring of fire for good measure?” asked Enrique.”

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98. “I want your perspective and honesty,” he said, before adding in a softer voice, “I want to be humbled by you.”

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

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100. “Lust is safer than love, but both can ruin you.”

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