Punya Gupta

“I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“She wrote when she was with us. She wrote when no one was around. She wrote postcards. She wrote letters in books. She wrote in other people's diaries, in telephone diaries, on menus of takeaway places.”
― Jerry Pinto, Em and The Big Hoom

“There is a German word, Sehnsucht, which has no English equivalent; it means 'the longing for something'. It has Romantic and mystical connotations; C.S. Lewis defined it as the 'inconsolable longing' in the human heart for 'we know not what'. It seems rather German to be able to specify the unspecifiable. The longing for something - or, in our case, for someone.”
― Julian Barnes, Levels of Life

“What happiness is there in just the memory of happiness?”
― Julian Barnes, Levels of Life