Quotes from Rohinton Mistry

The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of.'" "That's lovely," said Roxana. "Shakespeare?" "Pascal.

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.' He sighed and smiled sadly. 'But in the end, time is a noose around the neck, strangling slowly.' A clutter of troublesome feelings filled

Rangarajan, your other patients are waiting. Thank you very much for your help." "But it is no trouble—" "Thank you, bye-bye," said Coomy. For a moment, Mr. Rangarajan looked offended. But he recovered his poise, wished the professor a speedy recovery, and left. They pushed Nariman's

Sometimes you have to use your failures as stepping-stones to success. You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair.

Klausykis sen? žmoni? patarim?. Kai užaugame, mums atrodo, kad žinome visk?. Manome, kad seniai kuoktel?j?, Metams b?gant, sukaupiame per daug išdidumo. Jis mus ir pražudo.

It is not a question of crime and punishment -- it is problem and solution.

There is always hope-hope enough to balance our despair. Or we would be lost.

After presenting his completed sequences, he analysed the errors the others had made. You should never have thrown away the knave of hearts, he told Dina. That's why you lost. I took a chance.

After all, our lives are but a sequence of accidents - a clanking chain of chance events. A string of choices, casual or deliberate, which add up to that one big calamity we call life.

...you have to use your failures as stepping stones to success. You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair. In the end it's all a question of balance.

You see, you cannot draw lines and compartments, and refuse to budge beyond them, sometimes you have to use your failures as stepping stones to success

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.

The human face has limited space. If you fill it with laughter there will be no room for crying.

Flirting with madness was one thing; when madness started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off.

you have to use your failures as stepping stones to success. You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair. In the end it's all a question of balance.

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.

Everyone underestimates their own life. Funny thing is, in the end, all our stories...they're the same. In fact, no matter where you go in the world, there is only one important story: of youth, loss and yearning for redemption. So we tell the same story, over and over. Only the details are different.

You see, we cannot draw lines and compartments and refuse to budge beyond them. Sometimes you have to use your failures as stepping-stones to success. You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair.' He paused, considering what he had just said. 'Yes', he repeated. 'In the end, it's all a question of balance.

Distance was a dangerous thing, she knew. Distance changed people.

Let me tell you a secret: there is no such thing as an uninteresting life One day you must tell me your full and complete story, unabridged and unexpurgated.We will set aside some time for it, and meet. It's very important. Maneck smiled. 'Why is it important?' It's extremely important because it helps to remind yourself of who you are. Then you can go forward, without fear of losing yourself in this ever-changing world.

Money can buy the necessary police order. Justice is sold to the highest bidder

the face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no more room for crying.

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.

If there was an abundance of misery in the world, there was also sufficient joy, yes - as long as one knew where to look for it.