Diya Ghosh

“We want to be loved,”’ quotes Britt-Marie. ‘“Failing that, admired; failing that, feared; failing that, hated and despised. At all costs we want to stir up some sort of feeling in others. Our soul abhors a vacuum. At all costs it longs for contact.”
― Fredrik Backman, My Grandmother Sends Her Regards and Apologises

“but the sum total of the thing is this: life is life and death is death, and what is dead is dead, and gone is gone, and busy is busy. The gist being that if great beings and treasures and memories depart, never to return, what happens to ordinary everyday items? Nothing.”
― Geetanjali Shree, Tomb of Sand

“Two wrongs don’t make a right, obviously, but the internet is very bad at recognizing this.”
― R.F. Kuang, Yellowface

“That there is a speed at which a heart can beat that you can’t remember when you’ve stopped being young. There is art that can be so beautiful that it makes a teenager too big for her body. There is a sort of happiness so overwhelming that it is almost unbearable, your soul seems to kick its way through your bones. You can see a painting, and for a single moment of your life, just for a single breath, you can forget to be afraid. If you’ve ever experienced that, you know how it feels. If not, there probably isn’t any way to explain it.”
― Fredrik Backman, My Friends