Her hands were empty now, as empty as her heart, which itself was a coconut shell with its meat scooped out.
And a mother without children is not a mother at all, and if I am not a mother, than I am nothing. Nothing. I am like sugar dissolved in a glass of w… - Thrity Umrigar
And a mother without children is not a mother at all, and if I am not a mother, than I am nothing. Nothing. I am like sugar dissolved in a glass of w…
- Thrity Umrigar
You felt a deep sorrow, the kind of melancholy you feel when you're in a beautiful place and the sun is going down - Thrity Umrigar
You felt a deep sorrow, the kind of melancholy you feel when you're in a beautiful place and the sun is going down
Tomorrow. The word hangs in the air for a moment, both a promise and a threat. Then it floats away like a paper boat, taken from her by the water lic… - Thrity Umrigar
Tomorrow. The word hangs in the air for a moment, both a promise and a threat. Then it floats away like a paper boat, taken from her by the water lic…
Or perhaps is is that time doesn't heal wounds at all, perhaps that is the biggest lie of them all, and instead what happens is that each wound penet… - Thrity Umrigar
Or perhaps is is that time doesn't heal wounds at all, perhaps that is the biggest lie of them all, and instead what happens is that each wound penet…
So all I'm saying is, everything that seems important--our quarrels, or philosophical differences--in the end, it doesn't matter much. You know? In t… - Thrity Umrigar
So all I'm saying is, everything that seems important--our quarrels, or philosophical differences--in the end, it doesn't matter much. You know? In t…
And so I have to live. Because we live for more than just ourselves, Most of the time we live for others, keep putting one foot before the other, lef… - Thrity Umrigar
And so I have to live. Because we live for more than just ourselves, Most of the time we live for others, keep putting one foot before the other, lef…
She always imagined that evil played out on a large canvas- wars, concentration camps, gas chambers, the partitioning of nations. Now she realized th… - Thrity Umrigar
She always imagined that evil played out on a large canvas- wars, concentration camps, gas chambers, the partitioning of nations. Now she realized th…
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 h… - Thrity Umrigar
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 h…
This is love-not what we say to each other but what we not say. Sometime it just one look exchange. Sometime one word. But underlining everything we … - Thrity Umrigar
This is love-not what we say to each other but what we not say. Sometime it just one look exchange. Sometime one word. But underlining everything we …
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