You are the instrument of your own illumination.

Papa's love did indeed have wondrous properties: it not only compensated for her boredom and anxiety, it was the cause of her boredom and anxiety.

That's the hardest thing to do-to stay with a sentence until it has said what it should say, and then to know when that has been accomplished.

Psychoanalysis showed me that I might be neurotic because I was a girl but, as Chekhov might have put it, I alone had to squeeze the slave out of myself, drop by drop.

What Independence Has Come to Mean to Me: The Pain of Solitude. The Pleasure of Self-Knowledge

The older I grow, the more I realize how unfit we are for relationships. We are all such antagonists. It's part of the human condition to be deeply unfaithful to constancy. I do believe that.

Love can't be a metaphor anymore. If you try to make literature out of it, it doesn't work.

Science, like art, religion, political theory, or psychoanalysis - is work that holds out the promise of philosophic understanding, excites in us the belief that we can 'make sense of it all.

Scientists do what writers do. They also live with an active interiority, only the ongoing speculation in their heads is about relations in the physical world rather than the psychological one.

What you feel when you're writing is the relief of thinking: if you write the sentence correctly, you're clarifying. If you write the right sentence, nothing feels as good.

Everyone longs for expressiveness. That's why love carries so much weight. Because so many lives are without other means of expressiveness.

I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads

Let the power of your love change the world, but never let the problems of this world change the beauty of your love.

In the marketplace of ideas, a dime is expensive than the cost price of beauty

A great woman has three identities: a lovely daughter, a passionate lover, and a kind mother.

We are born with everything we need for a life of fulfilment and success.

Only sound common sense, respectable fellow that he is, in the homely realm of his own four walls, has very wonderful adventures directly he ventures out into the wide world of research.

The complexity of the situation of having a war going on around you and what that delivers to you is that you have to figure out which side to take.

Feeling indisposed towards the evening, I drove up the ancient plains. The setting sun is unspeakably beautiful, Only it is approaching nightfall.

I promptly said that life was a random series of beautifully composed vignettes, loosely tied together by a string of characters and time.

Each nation has an identity and destiny. As far as Bharat is concerned, Hindu is its identity and religion is its way of working