Top 400 Roshani Chokshi Quotes (2026 Update)
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251. “It is nice to be nice,” said Kamala with a sage nod. “And it is also nice to eat people.”

— Roshani Chokshi

252. “His smile banished my loneliness and limbed the hollows of my anema with starlight, pure and bright... his touch hummed in my bones like an aria – a song to my dance, a beginning of a promise.”

— Roshani Chokshi

253. “I reached out to hold a daydream. They looked like they were spun from glass and yet their touch was silk-soft. As they drifted between my fingers, I felt them – a nap in the sleepy sunshine of a winter afternoon, a reverie where a sea alight with flowers and bright candles washed over my ankles.”

— Roshani Chokshi

254. “Sometimes we women are our own worst traps. Our hopes snatch us like quicksand. Our loneliness forges a cage. Sometimes all it takes is one sweet glance and kind word to make us forget ourselves.”

— Roshani Chokshi

255. “You see, a truth parted with has its own way of becoming a tale. It is told so often that it stumbles in the telling, little bits flaking off, little bits sticking on, and the years accrete and they tend to warp the truth, press it into something it was not at the beginning – not a lie, but a tale. It’s easier to see the truth when you disguise it.”

— Roshani Chokshi

256. “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.”

— Roshani Chokshi

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

— Roshani Chokshi

258. “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!”

— Roshani Chokshi

259. “Nightmares are part of sleeping.”

— Roshani Chokshi

260. “Enough tiny sharp jabs can cut as deeply as any knife.”

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261. “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.”

— Roshani Chokshi

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

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263. “But for the first time, I wanted to believe in the things that outlasted us: the stories that came to life in a child’s head, the fear of the dark, the hunger to live. Those were the footsteps that not even Time could discover and erase, because they lived far out of reach, in the song of blood coursing through veins and in the quiet threads that made up dreams. I wanted to hold the hope of those tales within me and follow it like a lure all the way back to myself.”

— Roshani Chokshi

264. “How many times have answers been so simple and yet someone is determined to take the path of thorns instead of roses?” “It’s not earned.” “That’s a very human thing to say.” “An inclination I can’t help.” “It’s not about things that are earned, but just things as they are.”

— Roshani Chokshi

265. “Remember, in one light something may seem monstrous, and in another it is perhaps not so terrible after all.”

— Roshani Chokshi

266. “I could have been verse made flesh or compressed moonlight. Anything other than who I was now.”

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267. “In the end, I did whatever I could to stave off her nightmares.”

— Roshani Chokshi

268. “But maybe it is about finding someone whose heart is like a mirror, whose love can make you stand the sight of yourself.”

— Roshani Chokshi

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

— Roshani Chokshi

270. “I am always my own favorite. That works best for me. Maybe you should try it. Just be your own favorite person and then no one else’s opinion really matters.”

— Roshani Chokshi

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

— Roshani Chokshi

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

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274. “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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275. “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.”

— Roshani Chokshi

276. “Indigo’s face was soft, unlined, but when she lifted her gaze, her eyes seemed ancient. This was how I knew that grief had marked her. Only grief can make time change its tempo like that, expand seconds to centuries, with only our eyes marking the distance crossed.”

— Roshani Chokshi

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

— Roshani Chokshi

278. “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.”

— Roshani Chokshi

279. “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.”

— Roshani Chokshi

280. “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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281. “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.”

— Roshani Chokshi

282. “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.”

— Roshani Chokshi

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

— Roshani Chokshi

284. “All right, Potatoes,” said Aru, “time to make like a banana and – ” Aiden’s face darkened. “Aru, don’t you dare – ” “SPLIT!” cackled Aru.”

— Roshani Chokshi

285. “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.”

— Roshani Chokshi

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

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287. “If you think what we are doing is impossible, then let us rewrite what possibility means. Together.”

— Roshani Chokshi

288. “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.”

— Roshani Chokshi

289. “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.”

— Roshani Chokshi

290. “Cowardice is running from the difficult choices made by the ones that love you most.”

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291. “What is science but a magic we cannot fathom?”

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292. “In your hands lie the gates of godhood. Let none pass.”

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293. “We are more than the things we fight with.”

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294. “It was lovely and exhilarating, like holding your breath underwater and opening your eyes, knowing you wouldn’t be able to see this forever.”

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295. “Pretty’ is a stretch. Let’s call you ‘striking.’ Or ‘impossible to look away from.’” “Oooh. Like the sun?” “I was thinking more along the lines of a train wreck.” Enrique let out a wounded hmpf.”

— Roshani Chokshi

296. “I know you’re clever, but do you really think you’re going to outsmart the ocean?”

— Roshani Chokshi

297. “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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298. “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.”

— Roshani Chokshi

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

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300. “For a long time, I’ve been waiting for judgment. For some god to hurl a lightning bolt at me or strike me dead. I wonder now if I’ve been looking for gods in all the wrong places. There is a bruised recognition in his gaze and that – this singular truth that I am not alone – expands the universe in a way that faith never has.”

— Roshani Chokshi