All these tears shed in the world, where do they go? If one could capture all of them, they could water the parched. Then perhaps these tears would have value and all this grief would have some meaning. Otherwise, it was all a waste, just an endless cycle of birth and death; of love and loss.
Thrity UmrigarThe Forty Rules of Love is a wise, joyous page-turner... and one that speaks urgently to our war-ravaged times.
Thrity UmrigarHer hands were empty now, as empty as her heart, which itself was a coconut shell with its meat scooped out.
Thrity UmrigarWhat she had believed was indignation or rage or a deep intolerance for injustice came down to this: she was irreducibly in love with this bewitching planet, this thrilling life, this heartbreaking species she belonged to, with its capacity for stupefying destruction and breathtaking magnanimity.
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