Top 400 Roshani Chokshi Quotes (2024 Update)
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351. “We’ve got hope, a flimsy plan, and a great deal of explosives. We’ve gotten by on less. Let’s go.”

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352. “At its heart, a dream is a door. Sometimes there is nothing behind the door, only the stacked faces of strangers. Sometimes the door holds row upon row of indignities plucked and preserved like fruit out of season. And sometimes the door is a piece of yourself that has been exiled and severed for reasons you have been made to forget, and it is only in dream that it dares to show itself.”

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353. “Happiness destroyed only begets more destruction.”

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354. “He smiled. A true smile. I knew his smirks. His half-grins. Even halfhearted and lopsided upturns of his mouth. This smile was different. It was soft and unguarded. And it softened me in return. I had put that smile on his face and I felt strangely territorial about it. I wanted to keep it.”

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355. “Enrique didn’t want a forced love. He wanted a love like a light, a presence that drove out the shadows and recast the world into something warm.”

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356. “You can picture it, can’t you? The moment when time caught to us, the slant of light in which the familiar turned strange.”

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357. “And then Enrique hooked his thumbs together and made a strange waving motion with his hands. “You’re a bird?” “A moth!” said Enrique. “A moth approaching a flame!” “That’s a very alarming moth.”

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358. “I have no idea what that means but it sounds both sinister and old fashioned. Hypnos.”

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359. “I wish my love was more beautiful.”

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360. “Our illusions weave roses around us, and when we try to escape, we are met with thorns.”

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361. “Anger makes one blind to happiness.”

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362. “One whiff and Aru saw corpses hanging from trees and a greedy, lengthening shadow.”

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363. “Hypnos bent down and kissed him.”

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364. “What is fair and what is just do not always look the same.”

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365. “Brynne was changing, too. Her eyes looked ocean-tinted. In a matter of seconds, she blurred through a dozen menacing shapes – a growling panther, an azure bear, a sharp-clawed wolverine, and even a massive saltwater crocodile. Crocodile-Brynne snapped, and a cold wind blew around them. “Uh, what’s going on with you guys?” asked Aiden. “Is it puberty?” whispered Rudy nervously. Aiden swatted him.”

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366. “We’re in Tennessee,” said Brynne.”

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367. “But I was a full tale, complete unto myself for better or for worse.”

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368. “Well, there’s always this.” Hypnos bent down and kissed him.”

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369. “Aiden patted his back. “There, there, rich prince. I’m sorry there’s other rich people in the world.” Rudy sniffed. “It’s really hard.”

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370. “When someone chose to see you only as small and weak, it made them careless. Careless enough not to notice when a small and weak thing crept past all their expectations and laid a trap they didn’t expect.”

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371. “In debating the merits of pursuing hidden treasure, one must weigh the risk of whether it was never meant to be found and if so, why?”

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372. “Botanical Pavilion of Lost Cities?”

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373. “I don’t think you’re lost. You’re just searching for the thing that fills you with light.”

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374. “Abandon conversation!”

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375. “Actions have a better voice than words.” Enrique, who had been assembling the last bits of a projection, looked up and shook his head. “It’s actions speak louder than words.” “Whatever. I like my version better.”

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376. “As a scholar, I have always found dreams to be frustrating – if not lazy – motifs. They might be portents or prophecies, messages or mysteries. Dreams might pass through gates of horn and speak true, or sneak through gates of ivory and speak false. At it’s heart, a dream is a door.”

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377. “That was a fate I had looked forward to- to live among parchments and sink into the compressed universes stitched into lines of writing.”

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

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379. “What I wanted was a connection, a shared heartbeat that kept rhythm across oceans and worlds. Not some alliance cobbled out of war. I didn’t want the prince from the folktales or some milk-skinned, honey-eyed youth who said his greetings and proclaimed his love in the same breath. I wanted a love thick with time, as inscrutable as if a lathe had carved it from night and as familiar as the marrow in my bones. I wanted the impossible, which made it that much easier to push out of my mind.”

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380. “She told me to tell that she loves you, thinks of you often and will always be proud of you. She asks that you stay safe. Always.”

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381. “My life, and whatever is left of it, will not be what his soul gnaws on to regain its strength. My death is not in service of his character, and I will not be a sacrifice simply for him to find his peace of mind. He is not my responsibility to save.”

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382. “We all have a role in life. Maybe we’re someone’s sibling or spouse, a teacher or a parent, a ruler or a warrior. And with that comes a duty to show up for the situations life throws at you! After that, you do your best and let everything else go. The outcome? Pfft. Not your problem. People’s opinions? Not the point! When you go home and look in the mirror, it’s your face you’ve got to look at. No one else’s.”

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383. “Some people could walk with galaxies tilting at their heart, planets grinding against their ribs, whole worlds dragging in their wake and never stealing their balance.”

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384. “As if right then her lungs drew in not air, but the very night sky. Stars fizzed through her veins.”

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385. “Even when you decide which world you will live in, the world may not always see you as you would wish.”

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386. “Even when knights fail, they’re still knights.”

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387. “Slowly, Hypnos put down the rest of the cookie. His gaze shuttered. When he stood, he didn’t look at them, choosing instead to brush invisible crumbs from his fine suit.”

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388. “But a shared past didn’t make a future.”

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389. “Living things cannot help but be curious, to demand answers. There is a cost to opening doors that are meant to stay closed.”

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390. “Imagination was neither good nor bad. It was a little bit of both.”

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391. “He swiftly made his way to the exit, leaving Enrique to ponder what, exactly, just happened. Self-consciously, he reached up and touched his hair. It was nice, he had to admit.”

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392. “I treated the truth like a monster that could be summoned by speech alone.”

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393. “It was as if all the silence had been scraped off and thrown somewhere else.”

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394. “Too often the truth of a memory lives not in the mind but in the heart, in the subtle and sacred organization that makes up one’s identity. But it is a tender place to reach, and I am wounded by touching it.”

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395. “Then again, the names we are born with can end up meaning so little. The names we give ourselves, well, perhaps that’s the truth of us.”

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396. “When a man cannot see a person as a person, then the devil has slipped into him and is peering out of his eyes.”

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397. “Words had their own power.”

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398. “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.”

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399. “No, but you really must,” said Enrique, looking exceptionally wounded. “I can’t feed myself, Laila. I’ll perish left to my own devices. Life is cruel, and often without cake.”

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400. “It is foolish to cling to ghosts or spent bones. It is better to forge ahead. It is better to leave what you do not know and make yourself anew. I have slung the ghosts of memories across my back for years and it has done me no good and earned me no victuals.′ I nodded. She was right. Souls have no shackles. They knew no nationality and swore no allegiances. Whoever I was, whoever I could be... that was a choice. And I had made mine.”

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