86 Awesome Quotes By Jhumpa Lahiri, The Author Of The Namesake
Jhumpa Lahiri is an American author of Indian origin, who is particularly famous for her novels portraying the lives of immigrant families in the United States, and has won plenty of accolades throughout her career. Lahiri was born to immigrant parents in London and grew up in the United States. She considers herself an American and most of her work draws heavily from her experiences as an Indian-American growing up in the United States. She came into prominence in 2000 when her debut effort, a short story collection titled ‘Interpreter of Maladies’, won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction and since then she has not looked back. Among her novels, ‘The Namesake’ was well received and was later made into a movie, while ‘The Lowland, was also widely appreciated and was shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize as well as the National Book Award for Fiction. Lahiri is without doubt one of the world’s most loved authors and here are some of the best quotes by her.
That's the thing about books. They let you travel without moving your feet.
Pet names are a persistant remnant of childhood, a reminder that life is not always so serious, so formal, so complicated. They are a reminder, too, that one is not all things to all people.
Pack a pillow and blanket and see as much of the world as you can.You will not regret it.
She has the gift of accepting her life.
My grandfather says that's what books are for," Ashoke said, using the opportunity to open the volume in his hands. "To travel without moving an inch.
Remember that you and I made this journey together to a place where there was nowhere left to go.
One hand, five homes. A lifetime in a fist.
Isolation offered its own form of companionship
Sexy means loving someone you do not know.
Somehow, bad news, however ridden with static, however filled with echoes, always manages to be conveyed.
And yet he had loved her. A Bookish girl heedless of her beauty, unconscious of her effect. She'd been prepared to live her life alone but from the moment he'd known her he'd needed her.
You remind me of everything that followed.
She watched his lips forming the words, at the same time she heard them under her skin, under her winter coat, so near and full of warmth that she felt herself go hot.
In a world of diminishing mystery, the unknown persists.
Do what I will never do.
Remember it always. Remember that you and I made this journey and went together to a place where there was nowhere left to go.
That the last two letters in her name were the first two in his, a silly thing he never mentioned to her but caused him to believe that they were bound together.
She learned that an act intended to express love could have nothing to do with it. That her heart and her body were different things.
With her own hand she'd painted herself into a corner, and then out of the picture altogether.
On a sticky August evening two weeks before her due date, Ashima Ganguli stands in the kitchen of a Central Square apartment, combining Rice Krispies and Planters peanuts and chopped red onion in bowl.
Most people trusted in the future, assuming that their preferred version of it would unfold.
Pet names are a persistent remnant of childhood, a reminder that life is not always so serious, so formal, so complicated.
She supposed that all those years of loving a person who was dishonest had taught her a few things.
War will bring the revolution; revolution will stop the war,
With children the clock is reset. We forget what came before
He tries to peel the image from the sticky yellow backing, to show her the next time he sees her, but it clings stubbornly, refusing to detach cleanly from the past.
A woman who had fallen out of love with her life
...learning was an act of rediscovery, knowledge a form of remembering.
The future haunted but kept her alive; it remained her sustenance and also her predator.
There was the anxiety that one day would not follow the next, combined with the certainty that it would.
