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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a81930b | Something happened when the house was dark. They were able to talk to each other again. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 331e844 | We had chosen as our next book club selection Jhumpa Lahiri's new collection of short stories, Unaccustomed Earth, as we'd both loved her 2003 novel The Namesake and her first book of stories, Interpreter of Maladies, which had won the Pulitzer in 1999. | Will Schwalbe | ||
| a4a4e09 | The fact that the yellow chintz armchair in the living room clashed with the blue-and-maroon Turkish carpet no longer bothered her. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 4bfcf12 | There were black mountains on which nothing, no grass or trees, seemed to grow. Thin lines that twisted unpredictably, with tributaries arriving nowhere. Not rivers, but roads. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| ed2e69b | She returned to Boston in April, during the break after the Lent term, a diamond ring from Roger concealed on a chain beneath her sweater, and this made her feel dipped in a protective coating from her family. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| c200943 | He remembered himself sitting naked on one side of the mattress, in a room he was suddenly aware he was never again to see. He had not argued; in the wake of his shame, he became strangely efficient and agreeable, with her, with everyone. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 66e1ef3 | American book jackets reflect the spirit of country - little homogeneity, lots of diversity. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 4fff333 | Brahmin who'd learned the tribal dialects. He refused | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 5ea5a63 | Our meals, our actions, were only a shadow of what had already happened there, a lagging ghost of where Mr. Pirzada really belonged. At | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 0b96e68 | No hospital, porem um leve movimento do bebe a faz lembrar que, tecnicamente, nao esta sozinha. Estranha o fato de que sua crianca nascera num lugar onde as pessoas geralmente entram para sofrer ou para morrer. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| b0d47ae | Ele sente uma dor agradavel nas temporas e uma repentina gratidao pelo dia e pelo lugar aonde este dia lhe trouxe. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 79119a4 | Rapidamente, simultaneamente, ele se apaixona por Maxine, pela casa e pelo modo de vida de Gerald e Lydia, pois conhece-la e ama-la e conhecer e amar todas essas coisas. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 6b6f82e | Ela tem o dom de aceitar a propria vida; conhecendo-a melhor, ele se da conta de que ela nunca desejou ser outra pessoa a nao ser ela mesma, nem ter sido criada em outro lugar, de algum outro jeito. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| b63582a | But death, too, had the power to awe, she knew this now-that a human being could be alive for years and years, thinking and breathing and eating, full of a million worries and feelings and thoughts, taking up space in the world, and then, in an instant, become absent, invisible. | death feelings human human-beings life love meditation power silence thoughts worries years | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| 377eb0d | Ambos tinham buscado conforto um no outro e em seu mundo compartilhado, talvez porque fosse uma novidade, ou por medo de que esse mundo estivesse morrendo lentamente. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 9adf46d | A cena faz Moushumi chorar. Ao mesmo tempo, ela fica contente de ter uma coisa tangivel com a qual se aborrecer. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 016d849 | Nao entendo. Como voces foram capazes de me dar o nome de uma pessoa tao estranha? Ninguem me leva a serio", disse Gogol. "Quem? Quem nao te leva a serio?", o pai quis saber, levantando os dedos do prato, olhando para ele. "As pessoas", ele disse, mentindo para os pais. Pois o pai tinha certa razao; a unica pessoa que nao levava Gogol a serio, a unica pessoa que o atormentava, a unica pessoa cronicamente ciente de seu nome e afligida pelo c.. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 8292186 | E como se um predio por cujo projeto ele fosse o responsavel tivesse desabado na frente de todo mundo. E, no entanto, ele nao pode culpa-la de fato. Ambos tinham agido pelo mesmo impulso, esse foi o erro dos dois. Ambos tinham buscado conforto um no outro e em seu mundo compartilhado, talvez porque fosse uma novidade, ou por medo de que esse mundo estivesse morrendo lentamente | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 75407c2 | Maybe because from the creative point of view there is nothing so dangerous as security. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 1422210 | I see the people who have lived here forever. They walk quickly, indifferent to the buildings. They cross the squares without stopping. I | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| c4f4be9 | She wanted to shut her eyes to it. She wished the days and months ahead of her would end. But the rest of her life continued to present itself, time ceaselessly proliferating. She was made to anticipate it against her will. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 7b81af8 | She asked her parents to buy him the books she'd been read by her first teachers, Peter Rabbit and Frog and Toad. "What's the point of buying books for someone who can't read?" her parents asked, legitimately enough, and so she checked them out of her school library and read them to Rahul herself." | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| d7aa8c3 | This was the woman Narasimhan had married, as opposed to whatever girl from Madras his family wanted for him. Subhash wondered how his family reacted to her. He wondered if she'd ever been to India. If she had, he wondered whether she'd liked it or hated it. He could not guess from looking at her | intercultural interracial-marriage marriage | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| 25b1e2a | And yet I know that expressing oneself necessarily means being different. The writer's voice is a singular one, solitary. Art is nothing other than the freedom to express oneself in any language, in whatever manner, dressed any which way. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 19e5617 | Things were different now, of course; those solitary hours he'd once savored had become a prison for him, a commonplace. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 8decb94 | But he was no longer in Tollygunge. He had stepped out of it as he had stepped so many mornings out of dreams, its reality and its particular logic rendered meaningless in the light of day. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 283d94b | She turns on her laptop, raises her spectacles to her face. She reads the day's headlines. But they might be from any day. A click can take her from breaking news to articles archived years ago. At every moment the past is there, appended to the present. It's a version of Bela's definition, in childhood, of yesterday. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 280adf8 | The effort flops like a just-caught fish inside her. A brief burst of possibility as the name is typed onto the screen, as she clicks to activate the search. Hope thrashing in the process of turning cold. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| ebc5a01 | The Greeks had had no clear notion of it. For them the future had been indeterminable. In Aristotle's teaching, a man could never say for certain if there would be a sea battle tomorrow. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| fd41b79 | Avoiding puddles, stepping over mats of hyacinth leaves that remained in place. Breathing the dank air. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 7d31209 | He stops to wait for her, but she has a sudden burst of energy, passing him. On and on she sprints, unobstructed, kicking up her heels at the water's edge. Dark hair to her chin, rearranged by the wind, obscuring her face. Just when he thinks she will have the energy to run forever, to escape his sight, she pauses. Turning back, breathing hard, her hand on her hip, making sure he is there. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 1d78a7f | It was Durga Pujo, the city's most anticipated days. The stores, the sidewalks, were overflowing. At the ends of certain alleys, or in gaps among buildings, she saw the pandals. Durga armed with her weapons, flanked by her four children, depicted and worshiped in so many versions. Made of plaster, made of clay. She was resplendent, formidable. A lion helped to conquer the demon at her feet. She was a daughter visiting her family, visiting t.. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| d8c2c74 | Subhash was angry with himself for going along with it. For still needing to prove he could. He was sick of the fear that always rose up in him: that he would cease to exist, and that he and Udayan would cease to be brothers, were Subhash to resist him. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 2d7a4c0 | What had Subhash told Bela, to keep her away? Nothing, probably. It was the just punishment for her crime. She understood now what it meant to walk away from her child. It had been her own act of killing. A connection she had severed, resulting in a death that applied only to the two of them. It was a crime worse than anything Udayan had committed. She had never written to Bela. Never dared reach out, to reassure her. What reassurance was h.. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| cfae0d2 | It was that she had already fallen in love, and been married, and had a child, and had her heart broken. He had yet to experience any of those things. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| cdf0541 | Years ago, Dr. Grant had helped her to put what she felt into words. She'd told Bela that the feeling would ebb but never fully go away. It would form part of her landscape, wherever she went. She said that her mother's absence would always be present in her thoughts. She told Bela that there would never be an answer for why she'd gone. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 9d21f01 | Glowing screens, increasingly foldable, portable, companionable, anticipating any possible question the human brain might generate. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 3961cf6 | had never traveled alone before and I discovered that I liked it. No one in the world knew where I was, no one had the ability to reach me. It was like being dead, my escape allowing me to taste that tremendous power my mother possessed forever. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 0f71e84 | On weekdays, as soon as she picked Bela from the bus stop and brought her home, she went straight into the kitchen, washing up the morning dishes she'd ignored, then getting dinner started. She measured out the nightly cup of rice, letting it soak in a pan on the counter. She peeled onions and potatoes and picked through lentils and prepared another night's dinner, then fed Bela. She was never able to understand why this relatively unchalle.. | motherhood | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| 89f8c81 | She'd convinced herself that Subhash was her rival, and that she was in competition for him for Bela, a competition that felt insulting, unjust. But of course it had not been a competition, it had been her own squandering. Her own withdrawal, covert, ineluctable. With her own hand she'd painted herself into a corner, and then out of the picture altogether | self-sabotage withdrawn | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| 42e4664 | Be sure to keep my ruby choker and the pearl and emerald set for the person you will marry," she said during one of these walks. "I'm not planning on getting married any time soon," I told her, and she said that she wished she could say the same for dying. Ultimately, I disobeyed her. After she was gone I was unable to open up and examine the contents of all those flat red boxes she'd kept hidden in a suitcase on her closet shelf, never min.. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 6dd7fbc | Sang had got down on all fours and crawled into Farouk's coat closet, weeping uncontrollably, at one point hitting herself with a shoe. She'd refused to emerge from the closet until the policeman lifted her by the armpits and dragged her forcefully from the apartment, telling Paul to see her home. Tiny pieces of flower petals and leaves were still stuck in her hair. She had taken Paul's hand in the elevator, and all the way back to the hous.. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| d6bcc4d | I hope you don't mind my asking," Douglas said, "but I noticed the statue outside, and are you guys Christian? I thought you were Indian." | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 8acbf27 | Did you have to try for a while?" He thought it a bold question, coming from a stranger. But he was honest with her, his thoughts still loose from the spiked lemonade. "Would you believe, with Maya it happened the first time," he said. He remembered how proud he'd felt, how powerful. The first time in his life he'd had sex without contraception a life had begun." | Jhumpa Lahiri |