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In life, it's best not to take anything for free - unless it's from someone who wishes you well.
Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
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Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
Age: 68
Born: 1956
Born: July 29
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Chitralekha Banerjee
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Can't you ever be serious?' I said, mortified. 'It's difficult,' he said. 'There's so little in life that's worth it.
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Looking back, I could not point to one special time and say, There! That's what is amazing. We can change completely and not recognize it. We think terrible events have made us into stone. But love slips in like a chisel - and suddenly it is an ax, breaking us into pieces from the inside.
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A dream is a telegram from the hidden world...Only a fool or an illiterate person ignores it.
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I walk out of the room, lurching under the weight of the lesson I've learned less than one hour into wifehood: How quickly the sweetest love turns rancid when it isn't returned. When the one you love loves someone else.
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Chili, spice of red Thursday, which is the day of reckoning. Day which invites us to pick up the sack of our existence and shake it inside out. Day of suicide, day of murder.
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There was an unexpected freedom in finding out that one wasn't as important as one had always assumed!
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Your childhood hunger is the one that never leaves you.
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Everyone has a story. I don't believer anyone can go through life without encountering at least one amazing thing.
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Everyone breathes in air, but it's a wise person who knows when to use that air to speak and when to exhale in silence.
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The dream is not a drug but a way. Listen to where it can take you.
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the darkness is a cresting wave. It sweeps me up out of my body until I float among the stars, those tine bright pores on the sky's skin. If only I could pass through them, I would end up on the other side, the right side, shadowless, perfectly illuminated, beyond the worries of this mundane world
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Or perhaps it is just that desire lies at the heart of human existence. When we turn away from one desire, we must find another to cleave to with all our strength --or else we die.
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After the fire, when I'd tried to express my gratitude for their kindness to our customers, they'd been awkward, uncomfortable. My father had had to explain to me that giving thanks is not a common practice in India. 'Then how do you know if people appreciated what you did?' I'd asked. 'Do you really need to know?' my father had asked back.
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Sometimes -- she knows this from her own life -- to get to the other side, you must travel through grief. No detours are possible.
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they say in the old tales that when a man and woman exchange looks the way we did, their spirits mingle. their gaze is a rope of gold binding each other. even if they never meet again, they carry a little of the other with them always. they can never forget, and they can never be wholly happy again
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Fennel, which is the spice for Wednesdays, the day of averages, of middle-aged people. . . . Fennel . . . smelling of changes to come.
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I guess there's a lot we hope for that never happens.
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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.
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...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.
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