9 Quotes by Shveta Thakrar

It wasn’t just that he’d lied, as much as that rankled. But by not telling her the truth, he’d cheated her. She could have had one more person who shared her secret, someone she could’ve been herself with while hiding from the rest of the world.

When you put yourself on the page, but it will never be good enough for anyone else, when your raw, bloody heart's smashed into letters and words and paragraphs--can't they see the gore still dripping? What more do they want?-- and none of it matters?

A soft, silvery melody pealed in her ears, stopping her where she stood. She shivered, the seductive tones caressing her spine and making her palms tingle. Her blood heated as something kindled at her core. If light had a voice, this would be it. Starsong.

Sheetal woke night after night singing songs no human knew...

What did she want? Adventures. Cupcakes and kulfi. To be star bright and mortal dark and make her own choices, too. To not be bound by other people’s expectations.More than anything, to be seen.

Her arms went around herself, but no matter how tightly she pressed, it came nowhere near a hug.

The sweet-tart mango dribbled cool juices over her eager lips, while the plump cherries burst between her teeth.

Except for a few handfuls of dreamers here and there, mortals had built themselves a new fantasy, a boring one where they already knew everything worth knowing—all empirical evidence and explicitly defined labels. Anything else was foolish superstition and couldn’t possibly exist.

When you put yourself on the page, but it will never be good enough for anyone else, when your raw, bloody heart’s smashed into letters and words and paragraphs – can’t they see the gore still dripping? What more do they want? – and none of it matters?