Cyrus Mistry Quotes

Hope, that palliative of every human suffering: in desperation, we cling to the flimsiest of straws.

Perhaps life is like that: slippery, elusive, impossible to get a hold on. The difference between this moment and the next is only one of awareness. . . Yet we drift from morn till night, from day through week through months and years distracted, inattentive, and completely unprepared for the ambush—the moment of our inevitable extinction.

As an old man, I do feel remorse for my childish extravagances. But another part of me could never regard itself, or life, with such joyless earnestness.

Though death is its precise reason for existence, in this garden, life—overwhelmingly—is the victor.

You bastard! You have brought up the sorrow my family has tried so hard to put behind us!” Cyrus shouted angrily, ignoring the constables hastening toward him.

The Sodawallas had allowed Cyrus to marry her not because they recognized his love—but because of her family’s money.

But she and Cyrus had had a love for the ages. They had connected so beautifully, with both understanding and passion. But now what did she have to show for the marriage? A husband who thought she was shrewish. The gonorrhea infection

We shared something very special which even now isn’t easy for me to define. I could oversimplify and call it a sense of humour. But it was something much tougher, yet more frail. A shared matrix of perception?—I suppose one could call it that—whose common nodes so intricately intersected that there was complete parity in our understanding of all things: the world, people and every eventuality we encountered in life.

Frantically, she reminded herself how many men in Bombay might have fair skin and curly black hair: thousands of Armenians, Anglo-Indians, and Jews. And Cyrus didn’t use a cane.