Top 400 Roshani Chokshi Quotes (2025 Update)
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101. “With increasing darkness comes answering light,” said Boo. “Even in chaos, the world will seek balance.”

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

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103. “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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104. “She winked. “Trust in cake.”

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105. “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

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

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107. “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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108. “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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109. “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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110. “Lust is safer than love, but both can ruin you.”

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111. “Just be your own favorite person and then no one else’s opinion really matters.”

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112. “His smile was disjointed, like he was out of practice.”

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113. “And the truth was that he was not afraid of being seen for what he was. He was afraid of being seen as someone who could never be more.”

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114. “The best motivation is love,” I offered. Beside me, Kamala nodded vigorously. “And food!”

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115. “Relief is when you want something to stop.”

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116. “Her kiss burned in his bones. And maybe it was the magic of Alaka or maybe his mind was splintering from every thing they’d gone through, but he would have sworn she tasted like cold honey and caught magic.”

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117. “Wait. I was bait?” demanded Enrique. “You’re flattered.”

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118. “Kisses were not supposed to be like this. Kisses were to be witnessed by stars, not held in the presence of stale death. But as the bones rose around them, Laila saw fractals of white. They looked like pale constellations, and she thought that, perhaps, for a kiss like this, even hell would put forth stars.”

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119. “Laila’s desserts, though absent of Forging, were like edible magic. Her cakes took the shape of ballerinas with outstretched arms – their hair spun sugar and edible gold, their skin pale as cream and strewn with sweet pearl dust.”

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120. “A memory is a fine legacy to leave behind.”

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121. “She’d never been thanked, let alone HUGGED, after telling a lie. But maybe she hadn’t lied at all. Maybe it wasn’t lying as much as it was applying some imagination. Looking at something from a different angle. That wasn’t such a bad thing.”

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122. “I hadn’t known until now, but I saw it, felt it. I came here for her. Because it didn’t matter whether I had lived in another realm for years that I thought were mere days. It didn’t matter that I had tasted fairy fruit, fallen in love and broken a heart. Some bonds were impervious to all manner of experience. And the truth was that, no matter what happened, we were sisters.”

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123. “On the breeze, she could hear the final words of people who had died: ‘No not yet!’ And ‘Please make sure someone remembers to feed Snowball.’ And ‘I hope someone clears my Internet browser.”

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124. “Enrique, who has always dreamed about what magic might feel like, thought he had found it then: myths and palimpsests, starlight sugaring the air, and the way hope feels painful when shared equally among friends.”

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125. “Actions have a better voice than words.”

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126. “I loved him with the force of a thousand lifetimes, made greater by the fact that my love was returned.”

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127. “An unguarded gaze can spill a thousand secrets.”

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128. “There were so many wants inside him that he doubted there was room for blood in his body.”

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129. “Who said it was a path? It could have just been artfully strewn cookies. You made it a path by following it, and assuming it had any intention.”

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130. “The Prince was staring at me strangely. No man had looked at me that way. Men had looked at me in admiration, in fear, in lust. They’d looked at me with disbelief at who I was. He looked at me with disbelief at who I could be.”

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131. “Wakey! Wakey!” shouted the vetala, slapping his face. “I jumped off because I thought you were a husk of a thing. But the pretty monster came back for you.”

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132. “Superstitons are useless. And a gut cannot have an instinct.”

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133. “People enjoy seeing other people feel bad. It makes them feel better about themselves.”

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134. “He had spent hours listening to how the pull of certain people would supposedly make the world stop. Now he knew it was wrong. The word hadn’t stopped. The world had just started to churn and breathe and live.”

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135. “There were so many things I wanted to do!” moaned Mini. “I never even got to shave my legs.”

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136. “This was the court of Bharata, a city like a bone spur – tacked on like an afterthought. Its demons were different: harem wives with jewels in their hair hair and hate in their heart, courtiers with mouths full of lies, a father who knew me only as a colored stone around his neck. Those were the monsters I knew. My world didn’t have room for more.”

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137. “One house fell. And another house’s line died without an heir. Now all that is left is a secret.”

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138. “You are merely a child, and children are sometimes the cruelest of all.”

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139. “The moment he touched me, my universe constricted to the space between our lips. We were a snarl of limbs and bright-burning kisses.”

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140. “How many years had he spent believing that he was meant for more? Sometimes he thought his head was a snarl of myth and folktales, where magic coaxed ignored princes out of the shadows and gave them a crown and a legend to live in. He used to wait for the moment when magic would drape a new world over his eyes. But time turned his hopes dull and lightless.”

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141. “That boy looks like every dark corner of a fairy tale. The wolf in bed. The apple in a witch’s palm.”

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142. “Naraka was gone. No marble met my feet, no splintered branches filled with burning memories fell across my ankles. There was no Amar, pulling my face to his – one last kiss before I damned him.”

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143. “How thoughtful of you to delay the hour of your death so that I might witness it firsthand,” she said coldly.”

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144. “I want to write my own legacy in the stars instead of simply having the stars be my legacy.”

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145. “What she coaxed out of me was a visceral need to live, and wasn’t that what fueled immortality and made it worthwhile anyway? That there were wonders still left to be uncovered?”

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146. “But worry for a friend can make ordinary circumstances extraordinary.”

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147. “Says who? Nothing wrong with a little bit of viciousness. Would you rather be a dove or a Dragon?”

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148. “He was deception steeped in elegance, from his sharp smile to his unsettling eyes.”

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149. “People are a lot like magical pockets. They’re a lot bigger on the inside than they appear to be on the outside.”

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150. “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.”

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