Arundhati Roy Quotes About Eyes

Quotes about: Eyes

• Memory was that woman on the train. Insane in the way she sifted through dark things in a closet and emerged with the most unlikely ones - a fleeting look, a feeling. The smell of smoke. A windscreen wiper. A mother's marble eyes. Quite sane in the way she left huge tracts of darkness veiled. Unremembered.

  Arundhati Roy

  Mother, Memories, Eye

  Arundhati Roy (2002). “The God of Small Things”, p.72, Penguin Books India

• Democracy no longer means what it was meant to. It has been taken back into the workshop. Each of its institutions has been hollowed out, and it has been returned to us as a vehicle for the free market, of the corporations. For the corporations, by the corporations. Even if we do vote, we should just spend less time and intellectual energy on our choices and keep our eye on the ball.

  Arundhati Roy

  Taken, Mean, Eye

  "Arundhati Roy: 'The people who created the crisis will not be the ones that come up with a solution'". Interview with Arun Gupta, www.theguardian.com. November 30, 2011.

• She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank. She smoked cigarettes and had midnight swims.

  Arundhati Roy

  Flower, Eye, Hair

  FaceBook post by Arundhati Roy from Feb 17, 2017

• They would grow up grappling with ways of living with what happened. They would try to tell themselves that in terms of geological time it was an insignificant event. Just a blink of the Earth Woman's eye. That Worse Things had happened. That Worse Things kept happening. But they would find no comfort in the thought.

  Arundhati Roy

  Growing Up, Eye, Trying

  Arundhati Roy (2002). “The God of Small Things”, p.55, Penguin Books India

• When she looked at herself in her wedding photographs, Ammu felt the woman that looked back at her was someone else. A foolish jewelled bride. Her silk sunset-coloured sari shot with gold. Rings on every finger. White dots of sandalwood paste over her arched eye-brows. Looking at herself like this, Ammu's soft mouth would twist into a small, bitter smile at the memory - not of the wedding itself so much as the fact that she had permitted herself to be so painstakingly decorated before being led to the gallows. It seemed so absurd. So futile. Like polishing firewood.

  Arundhati Roy

  Memories, Sunset, Eye

  Arundhati Roy (2002). “The God of Small Things”, p.43, Penguin Books India

• Flat muscled and honey coloured. Sea secrets in his eyes. A silver raindrop in his ear.

  Arundhati Roy

  Eye, Sea, Secret

• Anyway, now she thinks of Estha and Rahel as Them, because, separately, the two of them are no longer what They were or ever thought They would be. Ever. Their lives have a size and a shape now. Estha has his and Rahel hers. Edges, Borders, Boundaries, Brinks and Limits have appeared like a team of trolls on their separate horizons. Short creatures with long shadows, patrolling the Blurry End. Gentle half-moons have gathered under their eyes and they are as old as Ammu was when she died.

  Arundhati Roy

  Team, Eye, Moon

  Arundhati Roy (2002). “The God of Small Things”, p.3, Penguin Books India

• It was a grand old house, the Ayemenem House, but aloof-looking. As though it had little to do with the people who lived in it. Like an old man with rheumy eyes watching children play, seeing only transience in their shrill elation and their whole-hearted commitment to life.

  Arundhati Roy

  Children, Commitment, Eye

• I think my eyes were knocked open and they don't close. I sometimes wish I could close them and look away.

  Arundhati Roy

  Eye, Thinking, Wish

  Source: progressive.org

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