Quotes from Ruskin Bond

The world keeps changing, but there is always something, somewhere, that remains the same.

I bought the records. Can't play them now. No wind-up gramophone! But I am a sentimental fellow and I keep them among my souvenirs as a reminder of the days when I walked home alone across the silent, moonlit parade ground, after the evening show was over.

Book readers are special people, and they will always turn to books as the ultimate pleasure.

him, but of course they wouldn't allow that. She became very melancholic, and started living all by herself in the old palace. They give her everything she needs, but she doesn't go out or have visitors. Everyone says she's mad.' 'How do they know?' I asked. 'Because she's different from other people, I suppose.' 'Is that being mad?

When the whistling-thrush released A deep sweet secret on the trembling air; Blackbird on the wing, bird of the forest shadows, Black rose in the long ago summer, This was your song: It isn't time that's passing by, It is you and I.

stars are the spirits of good men

There has been no storm, no thunder just the steady swish of tropical downpour. It helps one to lie awake; at the same time; it doesn't keep one from sleeping. It Is a good sound to read by - the rain outside, the quiet within - and there is a general feeling of being untouched by, and yet in touch with, the rain.

In a thousand ages of the gods I could not tell thee of the glories of Himachal.

Adventure is when a child crawls across the floor, grabs the leg of a chair, and stands up for the first time.  

A great book is a friend that never lets you down. You can return to it again and again, and the joy first derived from it will still be there. I

Five hours sleepeth a traveller, seven a scholar, eight a merchant, and eleven every knave.' So

What's the name of the book you're reading?' I asked. 'Tom Sawyer,' he said promptly. So I signed Mark Twain in his autograph book. He seemed quite happy.

if rents were paid when they fell due, but terrible

and when all the wars are over, a butterfly will still be beautiful.

To be able to laugh and to be merciful are the only things that make man better than the beast

People often ask me why my style is so simple. It is, in fact, deceptively simple, for no two sentences are alike. It is clarity that I am striving to attain, not simplicity. Of course, some people want literature to be difficult and there are writers who like to make their readers toil and sweat. They hope to be taken more seriously that way. I have always tried to achieve a prose that is easy and conversational. And those who think this is simple should try it for themselves.

Book readers are special people, and they will always turn to books as the ultimate pleasure. Those who do not read are the unfortunate ones. There's nothing wrong with them; but they are missing out on one of life's compensations and rewards. A great book is a friend that never lets you down. You can return to it again and again and the joy first derived from it will still be there.

But the trees seemed to know me. They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer. And looking around, I noticed the other small trees and wild plants and grasses had sprung up under the protection of the trees we had placed there. The trees had multiplied! They were moving. In one small corner of the world, Grandfather's dream was coming true and the trees were moving again.

Hapiness is as exclusive as a butterfly, and you must never pursue it. If you stay very still, it may come and settle on your hand. But only briefly. Savour those moments, for they will not come in your way very often.

It is always the same with mountains. Once you have lived with them for any length of time, you belong to them. There is no escape.

Happiness is a mysterious thing, to be found somewhere between too little and too much.

All glory comes from daring to begin.

Red roses for young lovers. French beans for longstanding relationships

The past is always with us, for it feeds the present.