...the face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no more room for crying.
Rohinton MistryRead
What folly made young people, even those in middle age, think they were immortal? How much better, their lives, if they could remember the end. Carrying your death with you every day would make it hard to waste time on unkindness and anger and bitterness, on anything petty. That was the secret: remembering your dying time, in order to keep the stupid and the ugly out of your living time.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the importance of being aware of mortality to live a more meaningful and compassionate life.
Rohinton Mistry reflects on the folly of youth and the tendency to feel invincible, suggesting that a conscious awareness of our mortality can profoundly affect how we choose to live. By reminding ourselves of our limited time, we can prioritize kindness, love, and authenticity over trivial concerns and negativity, enriching our experience and relationships.
In practice
In a leadership seminar, to encourage empathy and understanding among team members.
...the face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no more room for crying.
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. Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.
If there was an abundance of misery in the world, there was also sufficient joy, yes - as long as one knew where to look for it.
There was no such thing as perfect privacy, life was a perpetual concert-hall recital with a captive audience.
Money can buy the necessary police order. Justice is sold to the highest bidder
Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.
Hell is full of good intentions and wills.
Fools!" said the man, stamping his foot with rage. "That is the sort of talk that brought me here, and I'd better have been drowned or never born. Do you hear what I say? This is where dreams β dreams, do you understand β come to life, come real. Not daydreams: dreams.
You can't learn to act unless you're criticized. If you tie that criticism to your childhood insecurities you'll have a terrible time. Instead, you must take criticism objectively, pertaining it only to the work being done.
I'm very much a believer in knowing what it is that you love doing so you can do a great deal of it.
You can't see anything properly while your eyes are blurred with tears.
The cavity which suffering carves into our souls will one day also be the receptacle of joy.
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