the darkness is a cresting wave. It sweeps me up out of my body until I float among the stars, those tine bright pores on the sky's skin. If only I could pass through them, I would end up on the other side, the right side, shadowless, perfectly illuminated, beyond the worries of this mundane world
Chitra Banerjee DivakaruniA problem becomes a problem only if you believe it to be so. And often others see you as you see yourself.
Chitra Banerjee DivakaruniSometimes -- she knows this from her own life -- to get to the other side, you must travel through grief. No detours are possible.
Chitra Banerjee DivakaruniI walk out of the room, lurching under the weight of the lesson I've learned less than one hour into wifehood: How quickly the sweetest love turns rancid when it isn't returned. When the one you love loves someone else.
Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni