Heena Quotes

Denial. It’s the only thing that keeps most of us from losing our sanity.

Sometimes my own darkness scares me.

It wasn't the wild animals that scared her, but the civilised ones.

A touch of humanity .. A touch of Love is all that we need to bring that touch of smile on someone's face.

Some relationships and love for people just keeps going on forever,

How can a rose which has never been watered be blamed for wilting?

No one never really ‘heals’ from grief; one just learns to manage the pangs of it. Like a person would thicken the roof in the anticipation of hailstorms.

Writing on dark themes is not as easy as one might think; you have to live the worst and the most terrifying nightmares, again and again, till they consume you entirely and become an inseparable part of you that you start dreading.

No, you cannot beat your wife. No, you cannot hit your sister. No you cannot use abusive language to any woman (or man for that matter) in your life. Because it is simply not acceptable!

Cursed is our love, as we long for each other like wounded doves with these feelings we suffocate ...

Heena, 21, a computer science student, remembers the joy of argumentation before it became fear-laden and defined as conflict. She wistfully says, ‘ Woh  na  mind itna free ho jata hai isliye I avoid . You know the mind, it becomes so free, that is why I avoid it.’ She adds, ‘It leads to deep thinking.

Heena feels so anxious after any argument that first she obsesses and then takes back everything she said and tells her friends, ‘I don’t want to fight, so you do whatever you want, jaane do , let it go.’  At one level ‘letting it go’ is maturity, but if this is the only strategy and it is used out of fear, it diminishes a girl’s ability to reason and be heard. It diminishes her aliveness.

Baba said wood carried testimonies to people’s lineage, the scent of generations seeping into it and gaining immortality. Fits of silence, he called those moments of withdrawal, the gratuities of the refugees, especially in old age.

More than treasures, there are corpses that lie beneath the parched earth.

Like I said, every story decides for itself the time to be told. You believe you are listening to a story...but the truth is...the story is unfurling in your heart...becoause every story has a soul of its own…. and it chooses who gets to touch it and when…

The biggest complexities that we face in life are not out there in the big, bad world, waiting to pounce on us; they are in the little world that we carry around forever in our chest.

You know the shape of a pyramid?’ he asked. Noor nodded, hesitantly. ‘Imagine that at the bottom are the religions—Islam, Hinduism, Judaism, Christianity—all of them, each climbing to claim a place to be higher than the other. But at the top there is place for only one…’ ‘And which reaches the top?’ ‘As they ascend, somewhere in the middle, they all blend, seamlessly, and scale to the top as just one. That one represents no one in particular, yet everyone in their entirety.’ She half-nodded, trying to understand. ‘Now, do you want to read a story?

Just because she wasn’t grown up didn’t mean all her distress, her worries, her guilts and regrets could be swallowed down with a silly piece of chocolate. Why were all the emotions of a child made so little of?

Was the tragedy of a Hindu in the twentieth century Kashmir any different from the agony of the Muslims or Jews of Granada, hundreds of years ago?

Sometimes all life demands from us is bravery.

One thing that parents pass on to their kids, whether they like it or not, whether they want it or not, are their vibes.

it fair to neglect a life, and weep for the dead?

Live, Love and Laugh through every breath of your Life. Live your Life to the fullest Each day.

Writing is like surfing on a wild sea, in the middle of a moonless night, in a hailstorm, on a deserted island. Yeah... that about sums it up.