Life is about making right things and going on..
Friendship was another illusion like love, though it did not reach the same mad heights. People pretended that they were friends, when the fact was they were brought together by force of circumstances.
You become writer by writing. It is a yoga.
This is my child. I planted it. I saw it grow. I loved it. Don't cut it down...
We always question the bonafides of the man who tells us unpleasant facts.
No one ever accepts criticism so cheerfully. Neither the man who utters it nor the man who invites it really means it.
All the jarring, rattling and clanking, spurting and hissing of the moving train of the train dissolved in the distance into something that was half a sob and half a sigh.
Certain things acquired an evil complexion if phrased, but remained harmless in the mind.
How can two living entities possessing intelligence and judgement ever be tied together for a lifetime?
I came in several times and spoke, but perhaps you were asleep when I thought you were awake.' 'You are very considerate to explain it this way,' Sugreeva said, 'but I was drunk
Death and its associates, after the initial shock, produce callousness.
Do you realize how few ever really understand how fortunate they are in their circumstances?
You threw a stone into a gutter it would only spurt filth in your face.
The sun set beyond thesea, so says the poet - and when a poet mentions a sea, we have to accept it; no harm in letting a poet describe his vision, no need to question his geography.
 were Swaminathan, he would have closed the whole incident at the beginning by hurling an ink-bottle, if nothing bigger was available, at the teacher. ){kind=small}
If he(Mani) were Swaminathan, he would have closed the whole incident at the beginning by hurling an ink-bottle, if nothing bigger was available, at the teacher.
The compartment built to ‘seat 8 passengers; 4 British Troops, or 6 Indian Troops’ now carried only nine.
It seems to me that we generally do not have a correct measure of our own wisdom.
Past is gone, present is going, and tomorrow is day after tomorrow’s yesterday. So why worry about anything? God is in all this.
The only trouble was that the scripture master, Mr. Ebenzar, was a fanatic.
The sun set beyond the sea, so says the poet—and when a poet mentions a sea, we have to accept it. No harm in letting a poet describe his vision, no need to question his geography.
What can we do with a creature who returns to his doom with such a free heart?
But it was like hiding a corpse. I’ve come to the conclusion that nothing in this world can be hidden or suppressed. All such attempts are like holding an umbrella to conceal the sun.
By the twelfth day of his fast, Raju himself has become a tourist attraction. Before an enormous crowd and an American television crew, the starving man is helped down to the drought-stricken river to pray:
But you are not my wife. You are a woman who will go to bed with anyone who flatters your antics. That’s
The unbeaten brat will remain unlearned,
If you threw a stone into a gutter it would only spurt filth in your face.
The gods grow jealous of too much contentment anywhere, and they show their displeasure all of a sudden.
But there is this peculiarity about heat: it appears to affect only those that think of it.
Even when you realize that the one before you is an enemy and must be treated sternly, do not hurt with words.
It is stimulating to live in a society that is not standardized or mechanized, and is free from monotony.
