Top 400 Roshani Chokshi Quotes (2024 Update)
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251. “Love looked different to everyone.”

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252. “Imagine having to live in a place like this,” she said through chattering teeth. “You’d have to pick your nose all the time just so that your boogers wouldn’t freeze into icicles and stab the inside of your nose.”

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253. “It is nice to be nice,” said Kamala with a sage nod. “And it is also nice to eat people.”

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254. “What I wanted was a connection, a shared heatbeat that kept rhythm across oceans and worlds.”

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255. “Curses are made to be broken. They aren’t so static as one might think.”

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

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257. “I am not interested in recollections of the past,” said Vikram, holding my gaze. “I have a future now. There’s nothing sweeter than that.”

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258. “Ruling Akaran is a strange task. In many ways, it is like balancing an illusion. You must separate the illusion of what you see and the reality of its consequences,” he said. “Tell me, my queen, are you ready to play with fate?”

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259. “Ah, time. The best cosmic joke in the universe.”

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260. “When all other kinds of payment fail, never forget that a drop of kindness has far more weight more than gold.”

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261. “Of all the things fairy tales demanded I should believe – dogs with eyes as big as saucers, maidens felled by spindles, queens who do not remove red-hot iron shoes and dance in them until they die – this is the only thing that stretches credulity. That happiness demands so little to stay.”

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262. “My husband reaches for my hand. Our wedding rings touch. I have never before considered what it means to have a good marriage. I thought it was finding intriguing and attractive company. But maybe it is about finding someone whose heart is like a mirror, whose love can make you stand the sight of yourself.”

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263. “We are all stitches in a fabric too vast to comprehend. But perhaps that is a good thing, for it means we are always exactly where we need to be.”

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264. “Fairness is like a multifaceted gem. Its appearance can vary, depending on the angle of the beholder.”

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

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

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267. “When I was little, she had been a walking flame, but fire requires feeding and either my mother didn’t know how to sustain herself or had stopped working at it. Over the years she starved and shrank until she was a matchstick, a short burst that quickly chewed down the wood and inspired no warmth.”

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268. “No picking fights with things that randomly offend you,” he said to Brynne.”

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269. “Next, a six-foot-tall revolving rack of personalized keychains shot out of the ground less than a foot away from Aru. She glared at it. “I’ve been wronged by you before,” she muttered. “Who are you talking to, Shah?” asked Aiden. “No one,” said Aru quickly.”

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270. “Renew yourself completely every day, and starting afresh, from the beginning.”

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271. “Welcome to the Night Bazaar,” he said. “On behalf of the gods and storytellers around the world, we hope you leave with your life intact and your imagination brimming.”

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272. “I was angry for a long time. But my anger did nothing but cause another’s pain. Remember my story before you rush into war. If you fight with poison in your heart, you will lose sight of what it is you are fighting for.”

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273. “Like scales. Specifically, Rahu and Ketu’s scales. Gross, thought Aru. It was like they had said, Nah, who needs a carpet when I’ve got dead skin!”

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274. “Depending on who you ask, sometimes ghost stories are all that is left of history. History is full of ghosts, because it’s full of myth. All of it woven together depending on who survived to do the telling.”

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275. “In fairy tales, a kiss marks a threshold – between the state of being cursed or cured lies a kiss. But not all kisses cure; some kill. Thresholds go both ways, after all. I wasn’t thinking about this when Indigo drew me to her beneath the chandeliers of her Paris hotel. At the time, I wished only to trap her laughter under glass. I could not hear, back then, how uncannily triumphant the sound was.”

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276. “This is why fairy tales are dangerous: their words sneak into your veins and travel into the chambers of your heart, where they whisper of your exceptionalism. They say: Ah, but remember the boy who walked into the woods and came out a king? Oh, but what of the girl who was kicked and slept in ashes? Remember the man who was only kind and so life bent around the shape of his smile? But we are not exceptional.”

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277. “If you fight with poison in your heart, you will lose sight of what it is you are fighting for.”

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278. “You were meant to be the queen of these lands. We were meant to rule together. For all of eternity.”

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279. “For the longest time, she’d thought an antelope was a horned melon, the ugly cousin of a cantaloupe. Which had made the song “Home on the Range” particularly confusing, because every time she heard where the deer and the antelope play, she thought a giant melon had gained sentience and escaped from the fruit aisle of the grocery store.”

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280. “Nikita turned to look each of the Potatoes in the eye. “When I take them out, they’ll be loud and fussy. You’re going to have to keep them quiet, okay?”

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281. “If you combed through enough fairy tales, untangled their roots, and shook out their branches, you would find that they are infested with oaths. Oaths are brittle things, not unlike an egg. Though they go by different names depending on the myth – troths and geis, vows and tynged – there is one thing they all share: they must be broken for there to be a story. Only a shattered promise yields a rich, glittering yolk of a tale.”

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282. “You can wander the world and be beholden to no one, and still find yourself trapped.”

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283. “Sometimes the best way to win is to walk away.”

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284. “The secret to everlasting love was fear. Fear tethered love in place. Without the terror that came from imagining a life without your beloved, there was no urgency in loving them.”

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285. “Hypnos snorted. “And you call me dramatic.”

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286. “If you seek revenge, you should dig two graves.”

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287. “Death had some claim everywhere. Death was in the wind coaxing a flower to blossom. Death hid in the wing of the bird folding itself to sleep.”

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288. “Brynne Tvarika Lakshmi Balamuralikrishna Rao had always been strong. Like, so strong that even her shadow bristled with muscles and other shadows would wither away in its presence.”

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289. “You’re a lot braver than most of the people outside,” said Enrique. “None of them could build a bomb with their eyes closed and wander into a metal monster and still want to name it ‘David.’ Trust in yourself, Phoenix.”

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290. “Go with my blessings, Pandavas,” said the god of fire. “But before you do, let me offer one last piece of wisdom. There is more than one kind of darkness, and none is darker than doubt, for the light required to illuminate it belongs not to a jewel or a flame, but your very soul.”

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291. “The pollution that accumulates upon my surface has no bearing on my soul.”

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292. “Every fairy tale has blood flecked on its muzzle. Sometimes it’s licked up in the second before the story begins – a queen slowly bleeding out onto her birthing bed, a plague having laid waste to a land before “Once upon a time” slouches from the dark. But every so often, one can trace the thick flow of blood as it seeps from the pages.”

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293. “Knowledge was coy. It liked to hide beneath the shroud of myth, place its heart in a fairy tale, as if it were a prize at the end of the quest.”

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294. “Sometimes being strong demanded the courage to be weak.”

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295. “Answering a wrong with a wrong doesn’t make it right.”

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296. “Enrique rolled his eyes. “Most women kill to be alone with me.” “I have learned that something does not have to be animate in order to use the word ‘kill,’” said Zofia. “Like how some people say ‘kill time.’ Perhaps these women you are referencing are killing their expectations?”

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297. “Look. We’ve never met! I know my mailbox better than you.”

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298. “That might drive another man insane, but I’d had more than twenty years to make peace with the lightless space between what you cannot believe is a truth and what you know must be a lie.”

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299. “For a kiss like this, even hell could put forth stars.”

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300. “I am frightened,” he said quietly. “It is a constant state of being I have yet to make peace with.”

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