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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6a24ada | But you don't wear an engagement ring." "I don't have one." He studied the bangle, turning it slowly around. "What kind of man proposes without a ring?" She explained, then, that there had not been a proposal, that she hardly knew Navin. She was looking away, at a dried-out plant on the terrace, but she felt his eyes on her, intrigued, unafraid. "Then why are you marrying him?" She told him the truth, a truth she had not told anybody. "I th.. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| d7f8899 | It is the goddess Kali," Mrs. Dixit explained brightly," | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| c3f6bfa | The sunlight on her hair. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 7b93544 | One could say that the mechanism of metamorphosis is the only element of life that never changes. The journey of every individual, every country, every historical epoch, of the entire universe and all it contains, is nothing but a series of changes, constitute the backbone of all of us. Whether they are a salvation or a loss, they are moments that we tend to remember. They give a structure to our existence. Almost all the rest is oblivion. .. | existence life music transformation | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| 9d52cb1 | asked Paul to help him put it out on the | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| acead9e | She was like that, excited and delighted by little things, crossing her fingers before any remotely unpredictable event, like tasting a new flavor of ice cream, or dropping a letter in a mailbox. It was a quality he did not understand. It made him feel stupid, as if the world contained hidden wonders he could not anticipate, or see. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 7c6ed28 | Belonging to another man and therefore not even a little bit to him. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 989fef7 | There had been nothing worse than waiting for it to come; the void that followed was easier to bear than the solid weight of those days. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 741b38a | Havia a ansiedade de que uum dia nao se sucedesse ao outro, junto com a certeza de que certamente se sucederia. Era como prender a respiracao, como Udayan tentara fazer na baixada. E, no entanto, de alguma maneira ela estava respirando. Assim como o tempo ficava parado, mas tambem passava, alguma outra parte de seu corpo que lhe era inconsciente estava agora extraindo oxigencio, obrigando-os a continuar. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 361a2ac | there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| eb3b6ca | At the end of that week, Navin arrived to marry me. I was repulsed by the sight of him, not because I had betrayed him but because he still breathed, because he was there for me and had countless more days to live. And yet without his even realizing it, firmly but without force, Navin pulled me away from you, as the final gust of autumn wind pulls the last leaves from the trees. We were married, we were blessed, my hand was placed on top of.. | love | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| 8b9c94f | knowledge, | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| ea9f33e | In the months before coming to Italy, I was looking for another direction for my writing. I wanted a new approach. I didn't know that the language I had studied slowly for many years in America would, finally, give me the direction. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 6749a9e | It's a sort of literary act of survival. I don't have many words to express myself-- rather, the opposite. I'm aware of a state of deprivation. And yet, at the same time, I feel free, light. I rediscover the reason that I write, the joy as well as the need. I find again the pleasure I've felt since I was a child: putting words in a notebook that no one will read. In Italian I write without style, in a primitive way. I'm always uncertain. My.. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 5410404 | Referring to my desire to appropriate Italian, he [Domenico Starnone] wrote, 'A new language is almost a new life, grammar and syntax recast you, you slip into another logic and another sensibility.' How much those words reassured me... They contained all my yearning, all my disorientation. Reading this message, I understood better the impulse to express myself in a new language. To subject myself, as a writer, to a metamorphosis. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 34a7fe3 | I have terrible urges, Mr. Kapasi, to throw things away. One day I had the urge to throw everything I own out the window, the television, the children, everything. Don't you think it's unhealthy? | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| a8b86e0 | He looked at her, in her red plaid skirt and strawberry T-shirt, a woman not yet thirty, who loved neither her husband nor her children, who had already fallen out of love with life. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| cb1dc7b | The job was a sign of his failings. In his youth he'd been a devoted scholar of foreign languages, the owner of an impressive collection of dictionaries. He had dreamed of being an interpreter for diplomats and dignitaries, resolving conflicts between people and nations, settling disputes of which he alone could understand both sides. He was a self-educated man. In a series of notebooks, in the evenings before his parents settled his marria.. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 459daf8 | I am the daughter of a mother who would never change...The refusal to modify her aspect, her habits, her attitudes was strategy for resisting American culture, for fighting it, for maintaining her identity...When my mother returns to Calcutta, she is proud of the fact that, in spite of almost fifty years away from India, she seems like a woman who never left. I am the opposite. While the refusal to change was my mother's rebellion, the ins.. | change-is-the-constant constants-do-not-need-to-change inherent-is-good ovid | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| 3075c53 | If the process of writing is a dream, the book cover represents the awakening. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 967b27a | Personally, I think it deplorable to place the words and opinions of others on the book jacket. I want the first words read by the reader of my book to be written by me. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| a8c689e | Men require that you caress them with your expression | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| ec480eb | The better I understand the language, the more confusing it is. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 969cfa7 | In the face of everything that seems to me unattainable, I marvel. Without a sense of marvel at things, without wonder, one can't create anything. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| f92f0c6 | In American, when I was young, my parents always seemed to be in mourning for something. Now I understand: it must have been the language. | language | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| fbce6df | When the language one identifies with is far away, one does everything possible to keep it alive. | language | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| fc5637c | When you live without your own language you feel weightless and, at the same time, overloaded. You breathe another type of air, at a different altitude. You are always aware of the difference. | language-barrier | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| b892354 | Once, within this enclave, there were two ponds, oblong, side by side. Behind them was a lowland spanning a few acres. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 7797320 | Why, as an adult, as a writer, am I interested in this new relationship with imperfection? What does it offer me? I would say a stunning clarity, a more profound self-awareness. Imperfection inspires invention, imagination, creativity. It stimulates. The more I feel imperfect, the more I feel alive. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 301d845 | Most of all I remember the three of them operating during that time as if they were a single person, sharing a single meal, a single body, a single silence, and a single fear." -When Mr. Pirzada Came to Dine" | dacca indo pakistani war | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| ff6f35f | At the same time she felt a tremendous, consuming, uncertainty that cancelled out everything, that left her with nothing...She had come to that city looking for another version of herself, a transfiguration. But she understood that her identity was insidious, a root that she would never be able to pull up, a prison in which she would be trapped. Al tempo stesso sentiva un'incertezza tremenda che la consumava, che cancellava tutto, che la la.. | language-as-a-form-of-travel search-for-self travel why-people-travel | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| 73673bc | The unknown words remind me that there's a lot I don't know in this world. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| d560156 | One could say that the mechanism of metamorphosis is the only element of life that never changes. The journey of every individual, every country, every historical epoch, of the entire universe and all it contains, is nothing but a series of changes, at times subtle, at times deep, without which we would stand still. The moments of transition, in which something changes, constitute the backbone of all of us. Whether they are a salvation or a.. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 36775f5 | I think that the power of art is the power to wake us up, strike us to our depths, change us. What are we searching for when we read a novel, see a film, listen to a piece of music?We are searching, through a work of art, for something that alters us, that we aren't aware of before. We want to transform ourselves, just as Ovid's masterwork transformed me. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| cc5ed2b | But when I come out of the woods, when I see the basket, scarcely a handful of words remain. The majority disappear. They vanish into thin air, they flow like water between my fingers. Because the basket is memory, and memory betrays me, memory doesn't hold up. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 07836d2 | Why do I write? To investigate the mystery of existence. To tolerate myself. To get closer to everything that is outside of me. If I want to understand what moves me, what confuses me, what pains me--everything that makes me react, in short--I have to put it into words. Writing is my only way of absorbing and organizing life. Otherwise it would terrify me, it would upset me too much. What passes without being put into words, without being t.. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 3c5991a | Everything has to be reconsidered, shaped anew. Autobiographical fiction, even if it is inspired by reality, by memory, requires a rigorous selection, a merciless cutting. One writes with the pen, but in the end, to create the right form, one has to use, like Matisse, a good pair of scissors. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 7950113 | And for the first time in his life, another man's name upset Gogol more than his own. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 1cd21fe | I felt that the murderer was in the room. Sitting with us -- listening. one of us | Agatha Christie | ||
| 6ff48c9 | But to succeed in life every detail should be arranged well beforehand. | Agatha Christie | ||
| 8e0dc2a | It was a very British and utterly unconvincing performance. | Agatha Christie | ||
| 0553453 | You do well. Method and order, they are everything," replied Poirot. | Agatha Christie | ||
| 4125fad | Pilar sat squeezed up against the window and thought how very odd the English smelt. | Agatha Christie | ||
| aa748b5 | Pilar -- remember -- nothing is so boring as devotion." | Agatha Christie |