Mumbai is the sweet, sweaty smell of hope, which is the opposite of hate; and it's the sour, stifled smell of greed, which is the opposite of love. It's the smell of Gods, demons, empires, and civiliz...
India is about six times the size of France, he went on, as theglass of alcohol and a bowl of curried snacks arrived at ourtable. But it has almost twenty times the population. Twentytimes! Believe me...
The Source of all things, the luminescence, has more forms than heaven’s stars, sure. And one good thought is all it takes to make it shine. But a single mistake can burn down a forest in your heart,...
Every virtuous act has some Dark secret in its heart; every risk we take contains a mystery that can’t be solved.
Я люблю тебя с той самой секунды, когда впервые увидел тебя. Мне кажется, я всегда любил тебя – столько, сколько существует на свете любовь. Я люблю твой голос. Я люблю твое лицо. Я люблю твои руки. Я...
This is not India. There are people here from every part of India, but Bombay isn't India. Bombay is an own-world, a world in itself. The real India is out there.
Fanaticism is the opposite of love. A wise man once told me - he's a Muslim, by the way - that he has more in common with a rational, reasonable-minded Jew than he does with a fanatic from his own rel...
Prisons are the temples where devils learn to prey.
Indians are the Italians of Asia and vice versa. Every man in both countries is a singer when he is happy, and every woman is a dancer when she walks to the shop at the corner. For them, food is the m...
Heaped up on the blankets, our bodies bound by weariness and her deep slumber, surrounded by sickness and hope, death and defiance, I touched the soft surrendered curl of Karla's sleeping fingers to m...
The Indians are the Italians of Asia, Didier pronounced with a sage and mischievous grin. It can be said, certainly, with equal justice, that the Italians are the Indians of Europe, but you do underst...
Mistakes are like bad loves, the more you learn from, the more you wish they'd never happened.
I know now that it's the sweet, sweating smell of hope, which is opposite of hate; and it's the sour, stifled smell of greed, which is the opposite of love.
Love like water, searching for the sea. Love like Time, searching for meaning. Love like all that was, and ever will be.
Love survives in us precisely because it isn't wise.
justice is not only the way we punish those who do wrong. It is also the way we try to save them.
What is it? she asked. I'm looking for your wings. You are my guardian angel, aren't you? I'm afraid not, she replied, her cheeks dimplingwith a wry smile. There's too much of the devil in me for that...
It's not just the body that must survive a jail term: the spirit and the will and the heart have to make it through as well. If any one of them is broken or destroyed, the man whose living body walks...
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...
The past is a novel, written by Fate, weaving the same themes: love and its glory, hate and its prisoners, the soul and its price. Our decisions become narratives: fated choices that unknowably change...
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