Top 400 Roshani Chokshi Quotes (2026 Update)
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151. “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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152. “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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153. “One house fell. And another house’s line died without an heir. Now all that is left is a secret.”

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154. “There is no romance in real grief. Only longing and fury.”

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

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156. “Everything about him had been so carefully put together. But it didn’t matter how well ones clothes fit if they skin didn’t.”

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157. “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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158. “Don’t capture their hearts. Steal their imagination.”

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159. “The truth of a story depends on who is telling it.”

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160. “When we revise the horror and sanitize the grotesque, we risk erasing the paths that led us here.”

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161. “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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162. “Great minds think alike.” Zofia frowned. “No, they don’t. Otherwise every idea would be uniform.”

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163. “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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164. “A story. This was the key to immortality. The things that made kings quiver and deities distrustful: Nothing but a tale.”

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165. “Death is like a parking lot. You stay there for just a bit and then go somewhere else.”

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166. “I know emptiness. I know the taste of blood against my teeth. I know what it is to fill your belly with iron. I know hunger. I know pain. I know memories that won’t stay. I know the ghost of life and the perfume of souls.”

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

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169. “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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170. “When I looked up, I could imagine an existence as vast as the sky. Just as infinite. Just as unknown.”

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171. “They said I would never remember how strong and powerful I am until someone reminded me,” said Hanuman. “Sometimes I wonder if it is a curse that we are all under at some point or another.”

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172. “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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173. “Fairness is but an idea conceived by someone who has the power to make such pronouncements.”

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

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

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176. “Sometimes a weakness felt like a blade turned inward, but that meant it was sharp enough that when turned around, it could be a weapon. You just had to be willing to face it and adjust your grip. And that made it magic far more powerful than any celestial weapon.”

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177. “Perhaps Choices spring up when history makes way for them. Perhaps they will grow, like legends upon dead conquerors.”

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178. “Ah, desire. Such a poisonous thing.”

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179. “Who are you?” Aru grinned. This was the moment she had been waiting for all her life. In school, the teachers always asked instead: What’s you name? Now, finally, she could say her dream response to Who are you? “Your worst nightmare,” she said in a deep Batman voice.”

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180. “Aristocracy is just a fancy word for thievery.”

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181. “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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182. “In Bharata, I guarded myself. Weakness was a privilege. It divided you, snipped out your secrets and gave every sliver power over you. I didn’t have parts to spare. Bharata called me their Jewel, and maybe I was like one. Not sparkling or precious. But a cold thing wearing a hundred faces. Like facets on a gem. One for every person.”

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

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184. “I didn’t revel in death, but I didn’t hate it either. Death had raised me, like an older sibling. Amidst death, I had found my bearings as a soldier. Surrounded by death, I had found my place as a leader.”

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185. “Instinctively, I shoved Vikram behind me and brought out the dagger.”

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186. “You warned me that knowing your secret would destroy us. At first, it sat in our marriage like a blue- lipped ghost, hardly noticeable until a trick of the light drew it into focus. But you could always tell the days when it gnawed at my thoughts. You tried to comfort me. You stroked my face and curled my fingers to your heart. You said: “If you pry, you’ll destroy our marriage.” But oh, my love, you lied.”

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187. “Even now, even bruised, he looked like a king.”

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188. “Memory is a riddled thing. I would caution you from making promises you cannot keep.”

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189. “All through the night, he smiled daggers into my heart.”

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190. “The callousness that had saved me so often had destroyed me too.”

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191. “Someone once told me that just because you can’t have the life you wanted, you shouldn’t give up and fade out of existence. That’s how we become living ghosts – by never moving on.”

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192. “Scars sculpted people into who they were. They were scuffs left by sorrow’s fists, and to him, at least, proof of being thoroughly human.”

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193. “Soon, only the ground will know my secrets.”

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194. “It is foolish to cling to ghosts or spent bones. It is better to forge ahead.”

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195. “What was magic anyway, but the world beheld by someone who chose to see it differently?”

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196. “If you are furious, let it be fuel.”

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197. “This is what we get for thinking that scaley orange skin and fake hair could keep that former demon out of elected office.”

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198. “No matter what happens to us, we have choices. We choose how to look at our lives. We choose what we can live with, and what we cannot, and only you can decide.”

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

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200. “All this time, he thought magic had chosen him. Maybe magic never chose. Maybe it had always been about the fit. A key latching into a hole. Maybe there had been just enough holes in him for magic to slip through and hook him like spurs into cloth.”

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