Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain. — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended, when it suited them. Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passing of time, yet happy ones could never be recreated - not with the same… — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
What folly made young people, even those in middle age, think they were immortal? How much better, their lives, if they could remember the end. Carrying your death with you every day would make it hard to waste time on unkindness and anger and bitterness, on anything petty. That was the secret: remembering your dying time, in order to keep… — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share
“What sense did the world make? Where was God, the Bloody Fool? Did He have no notion of fair and unfair? Couldn't He read… — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
Lately you are brooding too much about rights. Give up this dangerous habit. — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
Flirting with madness was one thing; when madness started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off. — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
“But since the world is imperfect, we must put blinders on the senses.” — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
“And the further they go, the more they'll remember, they can take it from me.” — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
World can be a bewildering place,and dreams and ambitions are often paths to the most pernicious of traps — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
“In those days," continued Ishvar, "it seemed to me that that was all one could expect in life. A harsh road strewn with sharp stones and, if you were lucky, a little grain." "And later?" "Later I discovered there were different types of roads. And a different way of walking on each.” — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share
“God is dead," said Maneck. "That's what a German philosopher wrote." She was shocked. "Trust the Germans to say such things," she frowned. "And do you believe it?" "I used to. But now I prefer to think that God is a giant quiltmaker. With an infinite variety of designs. And the quilt is grown so big and confusing, the pattern… — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share
“Where humans were concerned, the only emotion that made sense was wonder, at their ability to endure; and sorrow, for the hopelessness of it… — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
“I've done lots of jobs. Right now, I'm a hair collector." "That's good", said Ishvar tentatively. "What do you have to do as a… — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
