Top 400 Roshani Chokshi Quotes (2024 Update)
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101. “His smile was disjointed, like he was out of practice.”

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102. “I don’t know enough to be serious,” he said carefully. “But I’d like to know enough to have options.”

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103. “Sometimes she wondered if grief could break someone, for all of them bore fractures, new hollows.”

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

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

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106. “I take inspiration where I can, and devour it in one piece like I’m starving. Not because I think it’s something fleeting that will never return but because I think the best inspiration is the kind that makes you feel urgent. Like you’re racing against yourself to get a story on the page while you still remember what that magic feels like.”

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107. “Fear was a reminder that even the insubstantial could kill. But insubstantial meant it had no shape. It couldn’t be conquered or tamed or avoided. Only moved through, with force and will.”

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

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110. “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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111. “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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112. “A memory is a fine legacy to leave behind.”

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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. “Lust was one thing, but what she’d felt that night was a pull... the kind that keeps stars from falling out of the night sky. It was vast. It was unlike what she’d imagined.”

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115. “This was the same hair that Amar had cut a length of and wrapped a bracelet from its strands, slid it onto his wrist and proclaimed it the finest piece of jewelry he had known.”

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

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

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

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122. “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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123. “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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124. “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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125. “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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126. “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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127. “Actions have a better voice than words.”

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

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

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

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131. “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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132. “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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133. “I want to write my own legacy in the stars instead of simply having the stars be my legacy.”

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

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

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

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

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139. “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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140. “Do not waste your life mourning the dead.”

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141. “There was always an observation at the root of a superstition.”

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142. “For sometimes, when we take the deadliest aim, we are nothing if not reckless.”

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143. “There was more she wanted to say. He could feel the words scrabbling at the clasps of her thoughts, eager to be known. Freed. But she stood there, stony- faced and impassive. And he remembered the girl he had glimpsed from the Grotto – the one who let her shoulders drop when no one looked, the one who fought every day when no one noticed. The one who had once hoped that the Night Bazaar traded on dreams. She deserved more than loneliness.”

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

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145. “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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146. “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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147. “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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148. “Aristocracy is just a fancy word for thievery.”

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149. “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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150. “Betrayal felt bitter and acrid in my throat, and the ghost of it was everywhere, taunting my reflection. How could he do this to me? How could he doubt me so much to expose me to the ridicule and glances of the celestial world? All this time, Amar said nothing. Our bed became a cold thing and my heart froze with it.”

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