...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
There was no such thing as perfect privacy, life was a perpetual concert-hall recital with a captive audience.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that true privacy is unattainable and that our lives are constantly observed by others.
Rohinton Mistry's quote reflects on the illusion of privacy in our lives, likening it to a concert hall where spectators are always watching. This metaphor implies that our personal experiences and actions are often scrutinized, creating a sense of vulnerability and reminding us that we are never truly alone. In this context, Mistry invites us to consider how this continuous observation shapes our behavior and our understanding of ourselves in relation to others.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about the impact of social media on personal privacy.
...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.
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.
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.
It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched for they are full of the truthless ideals which have been instilled in them, and each time they come into contact with the real, they are bruised and wounded.
Oh! it is absurd to have a hard-and-fast rule about what one should read and what one shouldn't. More than half of modern culture depends on what one shouldn't read.
If everything in the environment is utterly predictable, you become bored. If it's utterly unpredictable, you become frustrated.
I wanted to be a psychological engineer, but we lacked the facilities, so I did the next best thing - I went into politics. It's practically the same thing.
I am an Epicurean. I consider the genuine (not the imputed) doctrines of Epicurus as containing everything rational in moral philosophy which Greece and Rome have left us.
If all the suns but ours collapsed tonight, how many lifetimes would it take us to realize that we were alone?
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