Roshani Chokshi Quotes
Father once said the real language of diplomacy was in the space between words.
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.
The problem with guilt was not how it attacks the present, but how it stained the past. Hindsight was a blemish on memory.
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?
Night heralded sleep and shadows, demons and dreams. But I heralded the night.
Nothing was more beautiful than a night sky dusted with stars. Nothing was more terrible than a night sky scrawled with a thousand destinies. Night was inevitable. Like me.
I will not let us be beings of regret. I know my past. What I want is my future.
I would rip the stars from the sky if you wished it. Anything for you. But remember to trust me. Remember your promise.
A story. This was the key to immortality. The things that made kings quiver and deities distrustful: Nothing but a tale.
Perhaps Choices spring up when history makes way for them. Perhaps they will grow, like legends upon dead conquerors.
Where are we going?" I asked. "The main road leads to all of the major kingdoms.""Not all of them, " said Amar.
Her power was a wrenching thing, starless black and sorrow, but my magic was something more...it was hope.
I promised you the moon for your throne and stars to wear in your hair, " said Amar, gesturing inside. "And I always keep my promises.
He loved her. And she loved him. And in such bliss does devastation grow.
You know nothing about me." "I know your soul. Everything else is an ornament.
Beauty, coveted though it was, could not outlive you. Only actions would.
All war is philosophical. That's why we call it war. Strip it of its paint and it's nothing more than murder.
I love you, " he murmured into my hair. "You are my night and stars, the fate I would fix myself to in any life.
Fear was a reminder that even the insubstantial could kill. But insubstantial meant it had no shape. It couldn't be conquered or tamed or avoided. Only moved through, with force and will.
Who wanted to be smiled at by the girl that trailed shadows like pets, conjured snakes and waited for Death, her bridegroom, to steal her from these walls?
