This was an inspiration shared on the FB by a school mate from the book that was a revelation to me about life in Mumbai. This aspect of Mumbai life was a so hard hitting for me, then as much as it is now. Some really cool depiction of the underbelly of the city.
Truth is a bully that we all pretend to like.
If fate doesn’t make you laugh, then you just don’t get the joke.
One of the ironies of courage and why we prize it so highly, is that we find it easier to be brave for someone else than we do for ourselves alone.
At first, when we truly love someone, our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us. What we should fear and dread instead is that we won’t stop loving them, even after they are dead and gone.
Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears.
In the end that's all there is: love and its duty, sorrow and its truth. In the end that's all we have - to hold on tight until the dawn.
Nothing grieves more deeply or pathetically than one half of a great love that isn’t meant to be.
Nothing in any life, no matter how well or poorly lived, is wiser than failure or clearer than sorrow.
And in the tiny precious wisdom they give to us, even those dreaded and hated enemies, suffering and failure, have their reason and their right to be.
Guilt is the hilt of the knife that we use on ourselves, and love is often the blade; but it’s worry that keeps the knife sharp; and worry that gets most of us, in the end.
I don’t know what frightens me more, the power that crushes us, or our endless ability to endure it.
A dream is a place where a wish and a fear meet. When the wish and fear are exactly the same, we call the dream a nightmare.
Men reveal what they think when they look away, and what they feel when they hesitate. With women, it’s the other way around.
The past reflects eternally between two mirrors -the bright mirror of words and deeds, and the dark one, full of things we didn't do or say.
Happiness is a myth. It was invented to make us buy new things.
News is about what people do. Gossip is about how they enjoyed doing it. Fate gives all of us three teachers, three friends, three enemies, and three great loves in our lives. But these twelve are always disguised, and we can never know which one is which until we’ve loved them, left them, or fought them.
Luck is what happens to you when fate gets tired of waiting.