Rohinton Mistry

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

Every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.

Men and women, women and men. It will never work.

Thoughts are only thoughts. They are not you.

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.

Maybe he has put the knife away, but he'll never forget where he got it.

There is no such thing as an innocent bystander. It is either innocence or complicity.

Every new ruin revived memories, reminded them of wounds they thought had healed.

The only thing that makes life endurable is the dulling effect of habit.

But nobody paid any attention; they were used to it by now, this deafening silence from the rest of the world.

Sometimes what matters is not what one gives, but what one gives up.

One did not demand affection from children. One simply made oneself lovable.