The Last Tale of the Flower Bride Quotes

“In the end, a fairy tale is nothing more than a sense of hope. Hope lures and tricks. It tempts with shining thrones, exquisite nectars, and loving arms. It whispers to us that we are extraordinary. Exempt. Thus lured, we follow its path. Sometimes we are led to riches. Other times, we are led astray. But this hope never hides its shape, and for its honesty we reach for it and pull its sweet and stinking furs up to our chins, for to live without it means living without magic.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“But maybe it is about finding someone whose heart is like a mirror, whose love can make you stand the sight of yourself.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“You never forget the moment when beauty turns to horror.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“This is why fairy tales are dangerous: their words sneak into your veins and travel into the chambers of your heart, where they whisper of your exceptionalism. They say: Ah, but remember the boy who walked into the woods and came out a king? Oh, but what of the girl who was kicked and slept in ashes? Remember the man who was only kind and so life bent around the shape of his smile? But we are not exceptional.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“Our illusions weave roses around us, and when we try to escape, we are met with thorns.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“The secret to everlasting love was fear. Fear tethered love in place. Without the terror that came from imagining a life without your beloved, there was no urgency in loving them.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“She looked like the nostalgia that settles in your ribs at the end of a story you have never read, yet nevertheless know.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“You warned me that knowing your secret would destroy us. At first, it sat in our marriage like a blue- lipped ghost, hardly noticeable until a trick of the light drew it into focus. But you could always tell the days when it gnawed at my thoughts. You tried to comfort me. You stroked my face and curled my fingers to your heart. You said: “If you pry, you’ll destroy our marriage.” But oh, my love, you lied.”
― Roshani Chokshi , The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“I have since learned that marriage is nothing more than a spell strengthened by daily ritual. The spell requires libations: mundane musings hoarded and pored over, the repetition of small dismays, the knowledge of how your spouse takes their coffee. Marriage asks for that crust of time you were selfishly saving for yourself. Marriage demands blood, for it says: Here is what is inside me, and I tithe it to you.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“In fairy tales, a kiss marks a threshold—between the state of being cursed or cured lies a kiss. But not all kisses cure; some kill. Thresholds go both ways, after all. I wasn’t thinking about this when Indigo drew me to her beneath the chandeliers of her Paris hotel. At the time, I wished only to trap her laughter under glass. I could not hear, back then, how uncannily triumphant the sound was.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“There is always a peculiar distance to fairy tales. They are denuded of urgency, rinsed of true horror even as the words relish in gore. Love is presented to us as something that must be as vast as a horizon and just as unreachable.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“Every fairy tale has blood flecked on its muzzle. Sometimes it’s licked up in the second before the story begins— a queen slowly bleeding out onto her birthing bed, a plague having laid waste to a land before “Once upon a time” slouches from the dark. But every so often, one can trace the thick flow of blood as it seeps from the pages.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“At its heart, a dream is a door. Sometimes there is nothing behind the door, only the stacked faces of strangers. Sometimes the door holds row upon row of indignities plucked and preserved like fruit out of season. And sometimes the door is a piece of yourself that has been exiled and severed for reasons you have been made to forget, and it is only in dream that it dares to show itself.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“I’ve been trying to find a way to live in this world. Barring that, I was looking for a way to leave it.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“If you combed through enough fairy tales, untangled their roots, and shook out their branches, you would find that they are infested with oaths. Oaths are brittle things, not unlike an egg. Though they go by different names depending on the myth— troths and geis, vows and tynged— there is one thing they all share: they must be broken for there to be a story. Only a shattered promise yields a rich, glittering yolk of a tale.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“But I had forgotten how certain places can be so old they are alive. So alive that they do not simply hunger; they learn to hunt.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“All marriages possess their own tongue.It is a lexicon discovered in that space between clipped sentences. Its poetry can be heard in the rustle of blankets as you shift to curl around the other in silent apology. In this way, I spoke to my wife. I let the slow drag of my thumb along her jaw say what I could not”
― Roshani Chokshi , The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“Some individuals are like portals, the knowing of them makes the world a far vaster place. In Indigo’s presence my world widened. Brightened. There was something about her that made the eye linger. It wasn’t her beauty; it was the way she seemed superimposed on the room. A mirage that might vanish if I looked away.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“Of all the things fairy tales demanded I should believe - dogs with eyes as big as saucers, maidens felled by spindles, queens who do not remove red-hot iron shoes and dance in them until they die - this is the only thing that stretches credulity. That happiness demands so little to stay.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“We are sorry, child. We did not mean to love you so well.
This was a truth I hadn’t understood until now.
You see, nothing good can come from being loved by old gods. Their love of mortals turns them neglectful and petty. When they move on, they lay waste in their path—cicada wings and bear paw prints, sacs of spider silk, echoes and anemone, the limbs of lovers now rendered to stars.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“Never apologize for wishing to devour the world whole, child”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“We are two blues, the neat seam of dusk and dawn.
We share a sky, if not a soul, and yet we are cut of the same shades.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“My husband reaches for my hand. Our wedding rings touch. I have never before considered what it means to have a good marriage. I thought it was finding intriguing and attractive company. But maybe it is about finding someone whose heart is like a mirror, whose love can make you stand the sight of yourself.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“I was left with everything and nothing. I was free and forever trapped. I was a multitude of blues.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“When she drank, I was no longer thirsty and when I ate, she was no longer hungry.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“That might drive another man insane, but I’d had more than twenty years to make peace with the lightless space between what you cannot believe is a truth and what you know must be a lie.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“A sky of azure and a sky of indigo walked hand in hand into the Otherworld, but only one of them came out.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“It was only when she sat and the hem of her dress lifted that I noticed the blood pooling in her glass slippers, the fine crack along one side. Indigo removed the shoes carefully. Two of her toes were blue. Later, we would discover they were broken. Later, I would cradle her ankles and tell her I loved her and insist on carrying her up the stairs and all throughout the house. I had always found the rejected stepsisters of Cinderella far more captivating than the story’s namesake, and now I knew why. When the shoe did not fit, they cut off their toes, sliced off their heels, squeezed their feet into glass, and lowered their skirts to cover the pain. Perhaps, in the end, the prince made the wrong choice. Such devotion is hard to come by, after all. Look how I will carve myself to fit into your life. Who will not do less? In Indigo’s blue toes and ruined skin, I saw a love letter. Gruesome, yes, but for all that it became in the end, it must be said that it was always true.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“When I was little, she had been a walking flame, but fire requires feeding and either my mother didn't know how to sustain herself or had stopped working at it. Over the years she starved and shrank until she was a matchstick, a short burst that quickly chewed down the wood and inspired no warmth.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“But she saw something in me. Something that turned her kiss into a knife that cut me free from the dark.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride