Srividya Srinivasan Quotes & Sayings

He could not take his eyes off her. Would she recognise him? Were their destinies linked this time? He had begged them to allow him this last chance. His seventh attempt. If he failed, their destinies would be severed forever. — Srividya Srinivasan

You talk of beauty, love, laughter and life like a precious memory. As if the sunshine of love and laughter shall never flow into your life again. You make it sound like your present and future shall promise you nothing but safety and comfort in a sort of dead, dull way. What killed the spirit of madness, the spark of adventure and the sense of delicious fun ? Your aliveness ? Is this what it is to get old ? — Srividya Srinivasan

An adult seeking validation is a child that did not receive any — Srividya Srinivasan

I realise and finally acknowledge that at the core I am only a lover. Of life. Of beauty. Of love. Of being in love. Of kindness. Of words. Of conversations. Of dreams. Of imagination. Of ideas. Of realness. Of vulnerability. Of solitude. Of Silences. Of companionship. Of poetry. Of music. Of movement. Of stillness. Of energy. And, when the lover in me is stifled,starved, not finding resonance, is misunderstood, is dulled or ignored, I question my very existence because I do not feel alive. When the lover in me dies, everything in me dies. I realise that my inner fire is only a lover. I have no other identity of self than as a lover. — Srividya Srinivasan

There are times when you long for answers and you become painfully aware that you are surrounded by people who may not even comprehend your questions — Srividya Srinivasan

Be very very very gentle with yourself. The world is very very very hard on you — Srividya Srinivasan

In a relationship, it is not what you ask and receive that delights. It is receiving what you wanted but never asked — Srividya Srinivasan

Do not waste your presence where your absence will not be missed — Srividya Srinivasan

Of all the deep longings, this ache for missing intimacy, cuts through sharply, like a scream in a silent room, like the last gasping breath under a stifling mask, like the huge lump in the throat that one is unable to swallow. This deep ache to be held, to know touch both the casual and intense variety, to catch an eye in answering laughter, to merge into oneness, to sing through existence in resonance with another, to simply be in deep love in openness. to live and die in intimacy and vulnerability in a loved one's arms. And, you ache alone... — Srividya Srinivasan

You cannot be made to feel or relate. You just do. — Srividya Srinivasan

If you are heavy luggage, it does not matter where you go. You will still find the journey tedious — Srividya Srinivasan

Shine your light unto the night to bring on the dawn — Srividya Srinivasan

We belong where we are most loved — Srividya Srinivasan

And, when i peel away, I find my superficial layers run deep, and the deep layers are just superficial layers in disguise. And, when i seek depth, all I can find is a gaping hole, a certain hollowness, cleverly painted by my superficial selves to appear important. And, my ego sneers at this feeble attempt at self honesty. — Srividya Srinivasan

Sometimes it feels like one is breathlessly, hopelessly waiting for the real life to begin. As if all that is happening in the now is but a badly crafted dream and real, intense, passionate life is still waiting to be claimed. One feels young, eager and almost impatient with the waiting only to wake up to a wrinkled face, greying hair, dull eyes and the realisation that life is almost over. And, yet this illusionary hope persists, conflicting continuously with reality. The ache of unmet promise of the lives one wants to live but never did, cutting sharply through the daily dullness. — Srividya Srinivasan

They prised open the door in the morning. The beatific expression on his face was exactly what one would find in a temple deity or the just dead - an unsmiling smile. The absurdity and humour was there if one could just see it, the question and answer staring one in the face — Srividya Srinivasan

Sometimes, I miss you with an intensity not even your presence can fulfill — Srividya Srinivasan

It does not matter the number of lives you have led, if deep within, you still feel that you are waiting for your actual life to begin. — Srividya Srinivasan

We must learn to talk about the most difficult things, easily — Srividya Srinivasan

Sometimes, we pay a higher price for trying to help someone fit into their skin than we do trying to fit into ours. — Srividya Srinivasan

Sometimes, we don't know that we are ready until someone tells us we are — Srividya Srinivasan

May every man find the softest and most fragile expression of his personality with the right woman who would treasure and honour the beauty of his femininity and not misuse it and may all women find empowering and supportive men who would exult in her self expression and success without fear of being overshadowed by the power of her masculinity and in that beautiful new world, shall we enter as partners, equal and empowering, supporting and caring, vulnerable and strong. — Srividya Srinivasan

It does not matter about the dramas that you involve in outside of you. It only matters about understanding the backstage that is your mind playing within you — Srividya Srinivasan

She had no scars to show for her happiness except her laughter lines — Srividya Srinivasan

I finally found the courage to admit that deep within, my love was as shallow as yours. — Srividya Srinivasan

You haven't seen for yourself, what I saw in your eyes. — Srividya Srinivasan

The stories we pretend do not exist, are the stories that will haunt us till the end. — Srividya Srinivasan

The people who need to grow, are the ones allowed the least chance to have a say in their own growth. — Srividya Srinivasan

I think I will always be the little girl with her nose pressed against the fence, waiting to be taken into the game. — Srividya Srinivasan

If you had to hide me amidst your thoughts, where would you hide me ? Promise me you would put me somewhere beautiful, where i can hide quietly forever ? — Srividya Srinivasan

Most of the conversations we are ever likely to have with people are the things we do not and cannot say — Srividya Srinivasan

You reach a point where the only thing that can shock you is to come truly alive again. To meet someone who kicks the aliveness into action in you, triggering deep, buried, intense responses in you that you have forgotten. You long to be suddenly breathless, pulsing with life like a wild flower that had come abloom, natural and nothing held in check, swaying to the breeze in abandon and finding resonance in the other. In a world of the walking dead, where your own aliveness is but a dull and dying distant memory, the probability of that shock is very low. And, so you relax in lives led, content in everyday mundane, growing weary of spirit, stifling that small voice within that longs for that shock. — Srividya Srinivasan

We shall forever be battling our scars, healing ourselves from the deep scars of childhood, to the awkward scars of adolescence, the hard scars of adulthood and scars of frail old age. In the answering spark in another's eyes, the cosy laughter of friends, and the circle of family, we rush to heal, heal our scars. In the eyes of a complete stranger, we finally find our balm until they are a stranger no more, and then we scar again, only to bleed again. — Srividya Srinivasan

For a prince to rescue her, most often a princess has to give him directions — Srividya Srinivasan

A feminist is a woman lover not a man hater — Srividya Srinivasan

The winner has a different memory and the loser has a different memory of the same event. Where then is the question of a shared memory? What is history? Where is the notion of a We? Unless, the victory has the grace to accept the loser into his moment of glory or the loser has the grace to accede the winner his moment of glory ? — Srividya Srinivasan

Only if I heal, can you heal. Only if you heal, can I heal. Otherwise, we would continue to scar each other. — Srividya Srinivasan

The number of dead selves we keep alive within us is insane — Srividya Srinivasan

There is no way you can go back in time and protect your earlier selves — Srividya Srinivasan

It is highly abnormal today to be happy in this highly abnormal world. It can only come with complete distancing from all things around, all events around and all people and our equations with them. We transact, interact only to the extent of necessity and our well-being.The question is then what remains of us from such acute levels of detachments that we build as safety barriers to safeguard our happiness ? If our happiness is so fragile, then are we truly happy ? If we are immersed in the world and still happy then we must surely possess the highest degree of tolerance for the vilest of things. The picture that emerges of a happy individual is not a happy one. — Srividya Srinivasan

You know you have arrived when you have stopped caring about the destination — Srividya Srinivasan

Become gloriously comfortable in your own skin, however awkward the fit. — Srividya Srinivasan

There are times when you are home to yourself and you long for company. — Srividya Srinivasan

A master learns. A mere student argues — Srividya Srinivasan

The gift of love is in the simplest and utter joy of just being with the other. In coming alive to the present moment, together. In recognizing and being overwhelmingly grateful that among countless other possibilities that the vastness of life throws, the moment was possible. The impatience of love, is to desire a million such moments stretching forever. Small. Beautiful. Profound. Fragile. Floating away like flowers on the flowing brook. How foolish we are sometimes to miss the gift of the present, in our desire to imprison the future? — Srividya Srinivasan

Delayed, unexpressed appreciation is meaningless. The dead need no appreciation. The living do. — Srividya Srinivasan

It is finally about the quality of the conversations and silences we share, isn't it? We become strangers when we have nothing to say to each other. We die to each other, when the conversations in us die. Sometimes, a little every day, until one day we go completely silent and we are simply left looking at a stranger whose habits we know — Srividya Srinivasan

You can demand that I accept who you are, You cannot demand that I should like you too. — Srividya Srinivasan

Some day, I hope that you will find me hidden amidst my worlds, letters, poems and writings, discover me amidst my characters, uncover what i hid in plain sight. But I doubt you will. You have never known how to read between the lines. — Srividya Srinivasan

One waits an entire lifetime for a soul mate to appear. And no, God is not the answer — Srividya Srinivasan

It requires tremendous discipline to stay free — Srividya Srinivasan

You are truly home only when you find your tribe — Srividya Srinivasan

Love dies when the lover in us dies. It snaps when the lover in us gives up in defeat. When the cold, practical us takes over the the self-image of us a lover. When the lover in us wins, the practical us recedes and the magic takes over, and when the lover in us loses, the practical us takes over and the magic recedes and the more the lover in us dies, the less courage we have in magic until we reach a point where we even disbelieve the very notion of magic, and magic within us. Who would believe the madness of moonlight in broad daylight? Love dies from hunger for love that love is unable to feed. If I tell you that just as the cold rays of harsh sunlight shall give away to the silver cool of the moonlight beams, your disbelief can turn to magic,are you going to believe? That the stars are there even during the day, that we are the ones unable to see, would you believe? — Srividya Srinivasan

The nights and days had merged, trapped in that little house held captive by a stubborn old woman. — Srividya Srinivasan

She did not care what a ludicrous picture she might be painting, a fat happy old lady in her night gown, swinging on a small little swing in the dead of the night. — Srividya Srinivasan

No one is a failure until that is the only definition of themselves that they are willing to see within. — Srividya Srinivasan

When the moment is right, it simply is — Srividya Srinivasan

There should be a measure for happiness or sadness, like the width of your smile, the twinkle in your eyes, the depth of your laughter or the salt of your tears. — Srividya Srinivasan

You grow up the day you realize your parents are just wounded children. — Srividya Srinivasan