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1 " Fennel, which is the spice for Wednesdays, the day of averages, of middle-aged people. . . . Fennel . . . smelling of changes to come. "
― Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni , The Mistress of Spices
2 " She lifts a bowl of kheer and her thoughts, flittering like dusty sparrows in a brown back alley, turn a sudden kingfisher blue. "
3 " How can I forgive if you are not ready to give up that which caused you to stumble? "
4 " Monday is the day of silence, day of the whole white mung bean, which is sacred to the moon. "
5 " Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain. "
6 " Each spice has a special day to it. For turmeric it is Sunday, when light drips fat and butter-colored into the bins to be soaked up glowing, when you pray to the nine planets for love and luck. "
7 " Each day has a color, a smell. "
8 " Chili, spice of red Thursday, which is the day of reckoning. Day which invites us to pick up the sack of our existence and shake it inside out. Day of suicide, day of murder. "
9 " ...don't create snakes out of ropes. You have enough to worry about. "
10 " Hope not built on reason brings disappointment only. "
11 " Each desire in the world is different, as is each love. "
12 " The mark of a wise man is that he changes his mind when he sees mistake. "
13 " Sometimes I wonder if there is such a thing as reality, an objective and untouched nature of being. Or if all that we encounter has already been changed by what we had imagined it to be. If we have dreamed it into being. "
14 " Ah, now I have learned how deep in the human heart vanity lies, vanity which is the other face of the fear of being unloved. "
15 " When your heart is crusted over with your own pain, it is easy to feel little for others. "
16 " In your yearning you have made me into that which I am not. "
17 " Who held his cries in until red swam behind his eyelids like bleeding stars. "
18 " O exhilaration, I thought. To be lifted up through the eye of chaos, to balance breath-stopped on the edge of nothing. And the plunge that would follow, the shattering of my matchstick body to smithereens, the bones flying free as foam, the heart finally released. "
19 " When you begin to weave your own desires into your vision, the true seeing is taken from you. "
20 " And under it all, earth waited with her lead-filled veins, impatient to shrug herself clean. "