Tomb of Sand Quotes

“Once you’ve got women and a border, a story can write itself. Even women on their own are enough. Women are stories in themselves, full of stirrings and whisperings that float on the wind, that bend with each blade of grass.”
― Geetanjali Shree, Tomb of Sand

“Anything worth doing transcends borders.”
― Geetanjali Shree, Tomb of Sand

“don’t you think youth comes at the wrong time? When we haven’t lived at all. It comes and then it’s gone, and we don’t even notice.”
― Geetanjali Shree, Tomb of Sand

“That which is torn develops an increased capacity for insight and forbearance. A capacity to experience sensations that escape the notice of others.”
― Geetanjali Shree, Tomb of Sand

“आदमी अपनी बनाई मूरत की पूजा करता है। भगवान ने जो मूरतें बनाई हैं उनकी नहीं।”
― Geetanjali Shree, Ret Samadhi

“Life exists because there’s death, and joy because there’s sorrow.”
― Geetanjali Shree, Tomb of Sand

“Man worships the idols he himself creates. But not those that God has made.”
― Geetanjali Shree, Tomb of Sand

“Daughter. You love her. You fear her. Now you see her. Now you don't.
All women, don't forget, are daughters.”
― Geetanjali Shree, Tomb of Sand

“When you’re quiet, you’re polite; but when I’m quiet, I’m wily.
If you did it, it’s good etiquette; if I do, it’s fawning flattery.
If you say it, it’s candid; if I do, it’s just rude.
If I ask, it’s obscene curiosity; when you do, it’s sympathy.
If I do it, it’s for my own convenience; if you do it, you’re most beneficent.
If I do it, I’m being stingy; if you do it, you’re being thrifty.
If I’m quiet, I’m acting proud; if you’re quiet, you feel bashful.
I’m extremely secretive, but you’re just reserved.
And my fashions are faux, whereas yours are cutting edge.
And if I lose something, what’s the big deal, but if you do, you’ve been
robbed, woe is me!”
― Geetanjali Shree, Tomb of Sand

“You could say, Oh, what a horrible time this is! and then it will go ahead and make things even more horrible. And no one will say, but these are good days, acche din! Except for the government, that is.”
― Geetanjali Shree, Tomb of Sand

“but the sum total of the thing is this: life is life and death is death, and what is dead is dead, and gone is gone, and busy is busy. The gist being that if great beings and treasures and memories depart, never to return, what happens to ordinary everyday items? Nothing.”
― Geetanjali Shree, Tomb of Sand

“ये कथा बगिया है, यहाँ दूसरी ताब और आफ़ताब वर्षा प्रेमी ख़ूनी चरिंद परिन्द पिजन कबूतर उड़न फलाइ लुक देखो आस्मान इस्काई।”
― Geetanjali Shree, Ret Samadhi

“So nature became habit.

Habit is custom.

Thus ended the speech.

Only the first time is there a spontaneous reaction. After that, it’s all habit. Habit is just another word for repetition. Repetition becomes empty and meaningless, but it is also routine. If you hear a sound, then what do you do? You duck in fear. The Sparrow of the Red Forest still continues this custom. For this is now her culture. These are the rules for her behaviour.”
― Geetanjali Shree, Tomb of Sand

“Words. But what are words, really, hmmm? They're mere sounds with meanings dangling from them. That have no logic. They find their own way. Arising from the quarrel between a sinking body and a drowning mind, they grab hold of antonyms. The seed planted was a date tree; what blossomed was a hibiscus. They wrestle with themselves---wrapped up in their own game.”
― Geetanjali Shree, Tomb of Sand

“फिर जबरदस्त मंचन होता है। ऐसा चुस्त दुरुस्त मार्शल डांस जिसका दोनों टुकड़ियों ने खूब रिहर्सल किया होगा। रिहर्सल करते में कोई दुश्मन नहीं हो सकता। हँसी ठट्ठा चला होगा।”
― Geetanjali Shree, Tomb of Sand

“लगा मैं गयी तो लगा कि जा रही हूँ तो रोते हुए क्यों जाऊँ, हँसते हुए जाऊँगी ।”
― Geetanjali Shree, Tomb of Sand

“बहन को हवाई अड्डे बुरे लगते थे इसलिए बार बार वो खुद को हवाई अड्डों में ही पाती । वहाँ उसे लगता वो कीड़े के बराबर का कीड़ा है, किसी ज़बरदस्त प्रयोगशाला में बंद। नकली बत्तियाँ, नकली गर्मियाँ, नकली धींगाधांगी जहाँ है। उसी की तरह के कीड़े हर दिशा में भरे हुए हैं, सब बेहद व्यस्त और बदहवास, निकास का रास्ता ढूँढने को चारों ओर भागते हुए। सब को चकाचक पहनावा पहनाया है और सब को एक जैसी पहियों वाली अटैचियों से अटका दिया है, जो उन्हें खींचती ले चल रही हैं। और इस जगर-मगर रौशनी में उनकी हर ज़रा सी हरकत पे नज़र है, कैमरे में क़ैद हो रहे सबके ब्योरे हैं।”
― Geetanjali Shree, Tomb of Sand