Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni citations

“Each day has a color, a smell.”

“I am buoyant and expansive and uncontainable--but I always was so, only I never knew it!”

“Can't you ever be serious?' I said, mortified.
'It's difficult,' he said. 'There's so little in life that's worth it.”

“That's how it is sometimes when we plunge into the depths of our lives. No one can accompany us, not even those who would give up their hearts for our happiness.”

“Your childhood hunger is the one that never leaves you.”

“There was an unexpected freedom in
finding out that one wasn't as important as one had always assumed!”

“Because ultimately only the witness -- and not the actors -- knows the truth (Vyasa to Draupadi)”

“Each spice has a special day to it. For turmeric it is Sunday, when light drips fat and butter-colored into the bins to be soaked up glowing, when you pray to the nine planets for love and luck.”

“The heart itself is beyond control. That is its power, and its weakness.”

“Expectations are like hidden rocks in your path—all they do is trip you up.”

“How can I forgive if you are not ready to give up that which caused you to stumble?”

“She who sows vengeance must reap its bloody fruit.”

“Everytime i have turned the page he re-enters my life as awkward as postscript”

“… this time I didn't launch into my usual tirade. Was it a memory of Krishna, the cool silence with which he countered disagreement, that stopped me? I saw something I hadn't realized before: words wasted energy.”

“Words are tricky. Sometimes you need them to bring out the hurt festering inside. If you don't, it turns gangrenous and kills you…. But sometimes words can break a feeling into pieces.”

“Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.”

“But maybe as I get older, I begin to see beauty where I least expected it before.”

“Above us our palace waits, the only one I've ever needed. Its walls are space, its floor is sky, its center everywhere. We rise; the shapes cluster around us in welcome, dissolving and forming again like fireflies in a summer evening.”