749 Quotes About India

We Gain, We Lose, We Aspire, We Become

As a romantic ideal, turbulent, impoverished India could still weave its spell, and the key to it all - the colours, the moods, the scents, the subtle, mysterious light, the poetry, the heightened expectations, the kind of beauty that made your heart miss a beat - well, that remained the monsoon.

Foras Road has a sordid reputation (…) Old crones sat in doorways, while their daughters were pushed out to earn money. It is intriguing that a society which is very covert with sexuality should be so straightforward about prostitution.

I was becoming addicted to Bombay. There was squalor and poverty, but I had begun to realise my good fortune and would never again forget it.

Back at the Chateau Windsor there was a rat-like scratching at the door of my room. Vinod, the youngest servant, came in with a soda water. He placed it next to the bag of toffees. Then he watched me read. I was used to being observed reading. Sometimes the room would fill like a railway station at rush hour and I would be expected to cure widespread boredom.

Be as intellectual as you like about it, but India is brilliantly mad. And if you want to love it, you have to hate it first.

Modern practices, like fasting on a Friday, or missing the night meal on one day of the week, may tend to be dietetic in intention, but do have a ritualistic origin.

I’m typing this as loudly as I can to deceive our lovely Indian maid that I can type amazingly quickly and that this is of vital importance, and that’s why I need her to come into the house three times a week and clean the floors, scrub the toilets, polish the stainless steel and buff the porcelain. Did I spell that right? I don’t know, but I’m not going to stop to check – she’s listening!

Одна из причин, почему мы так жаждем любви и так отчаянно ищем ее, заключается в том, что любовь – единственное лекарство от одиночества, от чувства стыда и печали.Но некоторые чувства так глубоко запрятаны в сердце, что только в полном одиночестве тыи можешь их обнаружить. Некоторые открывающиеся тебе истины о тебе самом настолькоболезненны, что, лишь испытывая чувство стыда, ты можешь жить с ними. А некоторые вещинастолько печальны, что только твоя душа может оплакать их.