Anuradha Quotes & Sayings

The beach is a natural park, without the greenery but the sand is a natural toy. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

That day, they learned that when there are two people, half the times they agreed and half the times they disagreed on every issue. What they were unwilling to accept is that they could get along very well together even if they disagreed half of the times. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

Only very few people can remain unruffled by trouble. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

She was spontaneous. Even in her cleverness. She never looked at people; people looked at her. It was her reward for being natural. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

I had to revise all my feelings once again. I pulled out the dregs of affection from the glass of misunderstanding to rebuild my faith. I had to reinvent the cause for love, as it were. It was something I had to draw inside me, a real portrait of her, not just the inspiration but the girl as a whole, with all her shortcomings to be able to love her again. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

The author is impacted by a hidden insistence that takes the shape of different combinations each time a
different text is produced but the underlying problem remains the same for him. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

Maybe, peace was preferable to pleasure. Maybe, peace is one's first love. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

Sometimes, on duty, if one trusts a stranger, one's nerves are on edge. What if I am making a mistake! — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

It did not occur to Adya that like being competitive during exam times, while being competitive in matters of life also the boys would actually tend to ditch their female counterparts in little little matters and get things their way. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

I love you. I know what a body suffers, but I cannot forget my lessons. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

The ocean exerts an inexorable pull over sea people wherever they are-in a bright-lit, inland city or the dead center of a desert-and when they feel the tug there is no choice but somehow to reach it and stand at its immense, earth-dissolving edge, straightaway calmed. — Anuradha Roy

Sometimes a man does not accept life as given. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

What common people call beauty is essentially nature. The moment nature abandons you, your beauty is lost forever. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

These are secrets hidden from those who escape the Himalaya when it is at its bleakest: the mountains do not reveal themselves to people who come here merely to escape the heat of the plains. Through the summer they veil themselves in a haze. The peaks emerge for those devoted to them through the coldest of winters, the wettest of monsoons. The mountains, Diwan Sahib said in an uncharacteristic rush of sentimentality fueled by a few drinks at his fireplace, believe that love must be tested by adversity. — Anuradha Roy

At first the creative mind submits to its entry into the symbolic register and gets itself structured like everyone else. Then he balks at a fateful moment which becomes a turning point in the history of his mental growth. From the entry into the imaginary order where he acknowledges his ego and then to the symbolic order where he recognizes his place in the society and finally in his de-symbolization or a refusal to obey the Law that is the rules of the world of symbols, a creative genius is born. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

I ask everyone to join me to create a society free of trafficking. We need to do this for all our daughters. — Anuradha Koirala

Love was a desire to cling to something difficult to get hold of in day-to-day life. It needed more attention and dedication, not always pleasurable, she concluded. Sensuality was by far easy, like food. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

In all my paintings, the animal is at the centre. Surrounding it are the things that define the animal. This is how beauty is characterized. You need to characterize beauty by association.
I have learned to worship beauty. Not ordinary beauty but that in its stormiest nature. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

Orgasm isn't a goal. It's the attitude that matters. Abir has
never even asked how I feel after sex. He has many other concerns.
He provides for me and I provide for him, that's a familiarity which
no one can deny. We love each other. Love is a broader thing. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

A veritable atlas. What rivers of desire, what mountains of ambition. Want, want, hope, hope, this is what your palm say, your palm is nothing but an atlas of impossible longings. — Anuradha Roy

It was love, the real thing, nothing less or different. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

If they had given in to passion, throwing caution to the wind,they would have lost everything. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

Many a times, doctors, the worshipers of science, are helpless. They know a few technical things and perform their duty diligently. But they wait for nature to take its course as well. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

Until humans came and made anthills out of these mountains, Diwan Sahib was saying, looking up at the langurs, the land had belonged to these monkeys, and to barking deer, nilgai, tiger, barasingha, leopards, jackals, the great horned owl, and even to cheetahs and lions. The archaeology of the wilderness consisted of these lost animals, not of ruined walls, terracotta amulets, and potsherds. — Anuradha Roy

Sometimes we have to wait for years to seek a really exceptional thing. I always wanted to give you the best thing in the world but ... — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

Beauty is not static. You cannot point your finger at something and say there's beauty. Like all natural things beauty comes and goes. You have to capture it in your heart. See if you can retain it long enough to give you happiness. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

I always feel that one should be loved passionately, not as a matter of course. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

Only the goodness of heart and an intellect to match can produce such a perfect woman in nature. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

An incomplete fulfillment of a sweet dream can slowly turn it caustic. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

I told her how many things on earth have a fixed colour. Let us say, the green leaves. In our eyes, a red or a yellow leaf is beautiful. Even better if the leaf is shaded in several hues. So we paint the yellows and reds in our paintings oftener. And we forget the ordinary green, the best in nature. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

If we put aside the practicality, we may find our wishes to be very innocent. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

Tea with milk and sugar is so ordinary. We want to see a change, feel the necessity to bring colours other than the ordinary, in our lives. We feel liberated, enriched, superior. But we lose a part of nature, the ordinary beautiful essential nature in doing so. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

Laisha had got a glimpse of the vast ocean that lay before her. She could either eatch it recede from her sight or plunge into it. It was not possible to take the risk of plunging headlong into the ocean. No one viewed the ocean to be drowned into it. Everyone caught only a glimpse of it, exulted in having got this farand returned home with renewed zest. The knowledge that the ocean existed was overwhelming enough. One could wallow in the idea that there was indeed a further possibility, but one merely desisted. it was not right to acknowledge that one was also frightened of it. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

Each one
From one's little noose
Cranes out
Yells and shouts
Groans aloud
And grows stout
And the noose tightens
Leaving no way to creap out
Till at the end
Swollen
Spent out
Becomes silent.

I am also having my turn among all. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

that love and loathing, joy and distress, quietness and noise, all eventually blur and one is left wondering where one started and the other ended. 6 In the next few months, Anuradha and Vardhmaan Gand-harva, upon the discovery of the dissolution inside their loins, indulged it no end. — Siddharth Dhanvant Sanghvi

What is so special about a title? The mode and significance of titles have changed with the change in the lyrical traditions. So these transitions in style and the art of signification are all collective. What has never changed is the author's intentionality in entitling his works. The art of giving a title to a piece of work is entirely conscious. The author chooses, exercises his will in giving a title to his work. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

Don't you wish it could happen? Your mind wiped clean like a hard drive? Start again without memories? — Anuradha Roy

A lover was affectionate and a husband was authoritative. His work was always way more important than his family. His work and his needs were to be accepted as uppermost in every way. She could take leave from her work for one day to take her child to the carnival but he could not. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

It sounded so proper to lie for the sake of a beloved. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

Real poetry is about life as it is lived by instinct, not by philosophy. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

Any mistake in life is likely to show its ill effect one day. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

Had there been no sun, life would have found some other means of illuminating the world. It is odd that we give the sun so much importance. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

Misunderstandings arise only in undefined relationships — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

That day I behaved like a good artist, one whose job is to build rather than break. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

I shout at him to remind him of his duties. That does not mean that I do not trust him at all. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

Just imagine what would happen if your daughter was standing there. What would you do, how would you fight? So you have to join hands, you have to take each child as your daughter. Soon you will feel their sorrow and then you will feel the strength that comes out of you to protect them. — Anuradha Koirala

I want a society free of human trafficking — Anuradha Koirala

Beauty is like the storm. Beauty has its natural motions. A calmness of spirit signals its arrival. Its departure is marked by misery. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

You need to characterize beauty by association. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

No amount of grooming from the professors can communicate knowledge. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

We are on a stroll, hand in hand, in a garden, in the moonlight and the sole purpose of such a venture is to come together in love. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

I always believed that there is meaning only in what emanated from the very pages we read. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

He was sulking. It was natural. If it had been a daughter or son, the parent would have rushed to find out why she or he did not turn up. The parent would have imagined all sorts of harm that might have happened to the beloved child. But a lover always sulks. A lover feels betrayed. A lover feels as if the beloved has deliberately jilted him. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

In winter, the air is clear enough to drink, and your eyes can travel many hundreds of miles until they reach the green of the near hills, the blue-gray beyond them, and then the snow peaks far away, which rise in the sky with the sun, and remain suspended there, higher than imaginable, changing color and shape through the day. Every hour, they come closer, their massive flanks clearly visible, plumes of cloud smoking from their tips. After the last of the daylight is gone, at dusk, the peaks still glimmer in the slow-growing darkness as if jagged pieces of the moon had dropped from sky to earth. — Anuradha Roy

That kind of pursuit is not beneficial to mankind: art for self aggrandizement at the cost of love. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

Love was indeed a big responsibility. One must use the word judiciously. One cannot love one day and take away love the next day. It is total caring. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

God knows how many times we miss nice things near at hand! — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

Literature has become merely a tool for culture studies. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

In the example of the navigator, no writing was essential to draw the meaning of observing the object at a distance from the ship. In the real the
observation has been noted and that is enough to give it a meaning, a subjective meaning, a meaning exclusively important for the navigator himself. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya