Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you meet... - Sejal Badani - Quotes.Pub

Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you meet a stranger who holds the piece of you that has been missing.

Sejal Badani Quotes

One piece of knowledge had always eluded her, that life is not what happens to you, but what you make happen.

But fear is a terrible thing. It paralyzes you with the expectation of the worst happening, never allowing room for something better, something that gives rather than takes away.

It both shames and gives me pause that I have lived my life on the sidelines, never knowing or caring that others live in such misfortune.

Amisha offered the unyielding woman a smile. “I will also advise that when they travel in their stories, they respect the people they meet and the values they hold. Their way of life is not for us to judge but our opportunity to learn.” She ignored the widening of the teacher’s eyes and ended with, “And to never forget that when you offer a hand of respect, you will in turn be welcomed.

Our hurts and our joys are meant to be shared, the burden easier when another holds your hand.

I imagine I am stronger than I used to be, more resilient.

The past, no matter how definite, does not have the power to determine the future.

Energy doesn’t stand still; it moves, shifts with time. I think maybe we are meant to do the same, to see the world not as we fear it is but as we hope for it to be – kinder, gentler, each lesson not meant to destroy but to enable.

There should be a rule somewhere, somehow, that happiness is the default, the fallback for every situation. Every turn, every twist should lead toward a better beginning.

Shame fills me at revealing this new family secret. One that can be added to the skeletons already spilling into our lives.

With that knowledge comes her acceptance that to have the life she wants, she has to repaint the painting.

My soul must be as dark, if not darker, to be who I am.

I want to explain to her that loneliness isn’t remedied by people around me, that my loneliness is an integral part of me.

It’s impossible to give someone the world. You can show them glimpses of yours, hope they join you in it, but to give them the world means you have to be willing to give up your own.

It is an odd thing to share burdens with another human being. You imagine it will lessen your own burden, ease some of the ache that sits in you like lead. But it almost does the opposite.

Heroes are not born or created. They become so in the passing moments of life.

Everyone must reach a point in their life when they stop running. When it is easier to stand still than to keep being chased, even if the person chasing you is only in your head.

I learned something important the day Sonya departed: you cannot keep someone who has already left you behind. No matter what I needed or wanted, Sonya put herself first; I was last.

It is always the strongest and best that suffer,” Nita says, clasping Ranee’s hand in her own. “As if God knows that you have strength the rest of us lack.

What is the chance our marriage can survive the tumultuous ups and downs of hope followed by disappointment and finally resignation? When it is too hard to stand, how do you help another?

Some moments in your life you wish never happened; you would do anything to take them back. They make you realize you are not all-powerful. That there is a force stronger than you at work. In those moments, you fall to your knees and abdicate all sense of power. Offer your hand and ask for help. If you are lucky, you will feel the touch of something or someone to help you rise. If not, you stay kneeling, left all alone.

I convinced myself I owed him for loving me. No child should ever feel such a thing.

I imagine another falling star, but this time I don’t make a wish. Instead I smile, understanding that even though not every story ends with a happy ending or begins with tragedy, along the way there are moments of both. And those moments don’t define you or even break you – they are simply parts of the whole.

Peace became my motivation, and I did everything to maintain.

I watch them, wondering about the love that binds. In the name of love, people do extraordinary things. Sacrifice their time, money, even themselves for another. Parents dedicate their lives to raising children, work endless hours to provide; siblings love their sister or brother as if they were one instead of two. Here in the hospital, I see love displayed every day. Family members offering whatever they have in the hopes it is enough to heal.

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