Poojitha

“Slowly she turned to face him, and he saw that her expression was as serene as that of a Buddhist monk. Such uncanny serenity actually frightened him, making him think that perhaps this was a surface impression left behind after any amount of unspeakable viciousness had been digested, or else settled down inside her as a kind of sediment.”
― Han Kang, The Vegetarian

“I imagine Mother is fading for him, her face receding into shadows, her memory diminishing with each passing day, leaking like sand from a fist. She is becoming a ghostly outline, a hallow shell, that he feels compelled to fill with bogus details and fabricated character traits, as though false memories are better than none at all.”
― Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

“You see, the present moment is all there is and all that there ever will be. When you grasp this truth, you'll have nothing to fear anymore.”
― Elif Shafak, The Forty Rules of Love

“Lust was a quick flare, but what burned longer was unrequited love.”
― Kavita Kané, The Fisher Queen's Dynasty