“...there was another, gorier parturition, when two nations incarnated out of one. A foreigner drew a magic line on a map and called it the new border; it became a river of blood upon the earth. And the orchards, fields, factories, businesses, all on the wrong side of that line, vanished with a wave of the pale conjuror's wand.” TwoEarthNationsSidesLinesMagicBloodFieldsRiversWaveBordersMapsFactoriesPaleForeignersWandsOrchardTwo Nations Book:A Fine Balance Source: A Fine Balance
“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.” WantYearsLittlesEndsFacesGirlHoursLinesOur LivesHairMonthsBandSticksStealingSuitsTiesFancyColourNecksYour FaceEnd TimesGlueRubberRibbonsUnreliableParcelNoosesStranglingRubber Bands Author:Rohinton Mistry
“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” SometimesUseMovingLinesDrawsStonesRefuseMoving ForwardStepping Stones Book:A Fine Balance Source: A Fine Balance
