Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni Quotes

I am buoyant and expansive and uncontainable-but I always was so, only I never knew it!

She lifts a bowl of kheer and her thoughts, flittering like dusty sparrows in a brown back alley, turn a sudden kingfisher blue.

May your heart be mine, may my heart be yours. May your sorrows be mine, may my joys be yours.

Because it is the lot of mothers to remember what no one else cares to, Mrs. Dutta thinks. To tell them over and over until they are lodged, perforce, in family lore. We are the keepers of the heart's dusty corners.

The dream is not a drug but a way. Listen to where it can take you.

Fennel, which is the spice for Wednesdays, the day of averages, of middle-aged people. . . . Fennel . . . smelling of changes to come.

Everyone has a story. I don't believer anyone can go through life without encountering at least one amazing thing.