He who spits paan at the ceiling only blinds himself. Rohinton Mistry More Quotes by Rohinton Mistry More Quotes From Rohinton Mistry 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 sadness pain sorrow What an unreliable thing is time--when I want it to fly, the hours stick to me like glue. And what a changeable thing, too. Time is the twine to tie our lives into parcels of years and months. Or a rubber band stretched to suit our fancy. Time can be the pretty ribbon in a little girl's hair. Or the lines in your face, stealing your youthful colour and your hair. .... But in the end, time is a noose around the neck, strangling slowly. Rohinton Mistry girl ties hair Distance was a dangerous thing, she knew. Distance changed people. Rohinton Mistry dangerous distance people If time were a bolt of cloth,” said Om, “I would cut out all the bad parts. Snip out the scary nights and stitch together the good parts, to make time bearable. Then I could wear it like a coat, always live happily. Rohinton Mistry cutting scary night Loss is essential, loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life. Mind you, I'm not complaining. Thanks to some inexplicable universal guiding force, it is always the worthless things we lose - slough off, like a moulting snake. Losing and losing again, is the very basis of the process, til all we are left with is the bare essence of human existence. Rohinton Mistry snakes essence loss Children don't make judgments about which details are important... a child captures them all. Rohinton Mistry details important children Zoroastrianism is about the opposition of good and evil. For the triumph of good, we have to make a choice. We can enlist on the side of good by prospering, making money and using our wealth to help others. Rohinton Mistry choices helping-others evil The carnage upon the chessboard of life, left wounded humans in its wake Rohinton Mistry carnage wounded humans ...there was another, gorier parturition, when two nations incarnated out of one. A foreigner drew a magic line on a map and called it the new border; it became a river of blood upon the earth. And the orchards, fields, factories, businesses, all on the wrong side of that line, vanished with a wave of the pale conjuror's wand. Rohinton Mistry two-nations rivers blood All fiction relies on the real world in the sense that we all take in the world through our five senses and we accumulate details, consciously or subconsciously. This accumulation of detail can be drawn on when you write fiction. Rohinton Mistry perception real writing Lately you are brooding too much about rights. Give up this dangerous habit. Rohinton Mistry giving-up too-much rights I met my wife when we were both 19 or 20, at a music school where she was taking voice and piano lessons and I was doing classes in music theory and composition. Rohinton Mistry piano class school In the broad sense, as a processing of everything one hears or witnesses, all fiction is autobiographical - imagination ground through the mill of memory. It's impossible to separate the two ingredients. Rohinton Mistry imagination memories two Black money is so much a part of our white economy, a tumour in the centre of the brain - try to remove it and you kill the patient. Rohinton Mistry black white brain I think a lot about the past, it's true. But at my age, the past is more present than the here and now. And there is not much percentage in the future. Rohinton Mistry age past thinking There didn't seem to her any harm in it, and the make-believe was so comforting. Rohinton Mistry harm comforting believe Where humans are concerned, the only emotion that made sense was wonder, at their ability to endure. Rohinton Mistry emotion made wonder Hahnji, mister, you must be patient. Before you can name that corner, our future must become past. Rohinton Mistry patient names past The Law is a grim, unsmiling thing. Not Justice, though. Justice is witty and whimsical and kind and caring. Rohinton Mistry caring law witty 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 joy. 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 sadness pain memories
