...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
Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the bittersweet nature of memories, where happiness can also bring sadness.
Rohinton Mistry's quote explores the complex emotions tied to memories, suggesting that recalling joyful moments can lead to pain. It highlights the duality of time, where the act of remembering can simultaneously evoke happiness and sorrow, presenting an unfair reality in the human experience of nostalgia.
In practice
Discussing the complexities of nostalgia during a psychology class.
...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.
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.
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