Anita Nair Quotes

This is the world. Half of it is lit by the sun and the other half remains in darkness. It is the same with life. There is good and bad and it's our duty to remain in the light, be good.

Love is a colorless,volatile Liquid.Love ignites n burns.Love Leaves no residue neither smoke nor ash.Love is a poison masquerading as spirit of Wine

Perhaps, what I seek now is a friend like I have never had before. Someone to share a smoke and my thoughts with. Someone who will see life with the same eyes as I do; experience the same lift of spirit when mine soars. Someone whose destiny is woven with mine even though we are bound by neither blood nor any other tie.

With the heart, you invest in another person. With your liver, you invest in yourself, and if you don’t love yourself, how can you love someone else?

once you stop worrying what the world will think of you, your life will become that much easier to live.

El amor es un líquido incoloro, volátil. El amor se inflama y arde. El amor no deja residuos: ni humo ni ceniza. El amor es un veneno disfrazado de vino.

Could a literary life be referred to with the iambic pentameter of, say, harnessing wind power, transplanting hearts or saving the whales. Or did it necessitate the sombre and monotonous dirge of software, priority banking or turbine building.

Ali znaš što? ... Srce je staklena narukvica. Jedan trenutak nepažnje i cijelo je u komadićima ... to znamo, zar ne? Ali i dalje nastavljamo nositi staklene narukvice. Svaki put kad se razbiju, mi kupimo nove nadajući se da će ovaj put duže trajati. Kako smo blesave, mi žene. Trebale bismo nositi narukvice od granita i u to pretvoriti naša srca. Ali one ne bi tako lijepo uhvatile svjetlost ili zanosno zveckale...

Siempre he creído que si deseas algo con la fuerza suficiente y esperas el tiempo necesario,acabará por ser tuyo

—Tienes suerte —dije— de haber preservado el sueño en el mismo estado en que lo tuviste, de seguir deseándolo a pesar de los años de espera

He was too smitten by his second wife and the sons she produced easily and regularly at eighteen-month intervals to bother too much about a daughter.

Every night there is something to ruminate on. The vagrant mind knows no boundaries. It leaps

Love fades. Love does, no matter what we believe. All that’s left are the what-ifs.

PANIC FANS THE flames of fear. Panic dulls. Panic stills. Panic tugs at soaring dreams and hurls them down to earth. Panic destroys.

What is it about marriage that makes it possible for a man and a woman to mesh their lives, dreams and even their thoughts in such a complete fashion?

I wanted to read someone who rose above the romanticism of most women writers. I wanted robust prose; I wanted muscle and sinew, even if it was a love story.

Le donne sono forti. Le donne possono fare tutto, bene quanto gli uomini. Le donne possono fare molto di più. Ma una donna deve cercare dentro di sé quel filone di forza. Non si manifesta naturalmente da solo.

The stinkiest hair products have got to be any sort of perm, and Nair. In fact, they smell remarkably similar. Do you think that Nair is just a souped-up version of a perm that makes your leg hair super-curl until it falls off? And can anything that smells that bad be good for you?

Akhila, if there is one virtue I have, it is immunity to what people think of me. Naturally this makes them dislike me even more. People don’t like to think that their opinion of someone means nothing to that person. And when it is a woman . . . the thought is intolerable. But like I said, I don’t care.

arise, awake and stop not till the goal is reached.

If a dish could make a woman strong enough to ignore the call of her heart, then the world would be ruled by woman. There would be no tears or shattered dreams."- Komathi, Alphabet Soup for Lover

This is the world. Half of it is lit by the sun and the other half remains in darkness. It is the same with life. There is good and bad and it’s our duty to remain in the light, be good.

Love beckons with a rare bouquet. Love demands you drink of it. And then love burns the tongue, the senses. Love blinds. Love maddens. Love separates reason from thought. Love kills. Love is methyl alcohol pretending to be ethyl alcohol.

Like the firefly trying to match the brilliance of the stars, I had let the limits of my knowledge rule me. Man cannot change the movement of the planets with the sweep of his hands. Every man is guided by a force that is individual and unfathomable. Man can heal, but a little. Man can aid self-discovery, but only a little. No man is the master of another man's destiny. For man is no God. And fireflies are not stars.

I was so drunk on my feelings for him that all I wanted to do was be with him. Please him. Show him in a thousand ways how much I loved him. Everything else was unimportant.

Love and death have this in common: they consume you so that everything else ceases to matter

Only those who have been truly afraid can understand the crippling hold it can have on you.

When you get to a certain age, nothing matters. You only want to cling to your serenity and leave the dreaming and storming for those with steaming blood in their veins. Emotions are for the young; the elderly have no use for them.

who looked like she chewed on jasmines and spat out nails.

Grief can have its own weightage. What is worse? The loss of a parent or one's own child?

How can adults expect forgiveness of children?It is an adult emotion. It is not a child's natural instinct to make compromises on behalf of a parent.