Happiness is a mysterious thing, to be found somewhere between too little and too much.— Ruskin Bond
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It's courage, not luck, that takes us through to the end of the road.
The India I Love, does not make the headlines, but I find it wherever I go - in field or forest, town or village, mountain or desert - and in the hearts and minds of people who have given me love and affection for the better part of my lifetime.
Red roses for young lovers. French beans for longstanding relationships
Yesterday, I was sad, tomorrow i may be sad again, but today i know that i am happy. I want to live on and on, delighting like a pagan in all that is physical; and i know that this one lifetime, however long, cannot satisfy my heart.
I am a storyteller from a personal viewpoint.
When I run out of people I invent ghosts. I don't believe in ghosts. Never saw one.
Hapiness is as exclusive as a butterfly, and you must never pursue it.
If you stay very still, it may come and settle on your hand. But only briefly. Savour those moments, for they will not come in your way very often.
I... allowed my memory to journey back to the days when I was a boy of ten, full of health and optimism, when my wonder at the great game of living had yet to give way to disillusionment at its shabbiness.
There is money to be made in the market place, but under the cherry tree there is rest.
I mostly write short stories. They are best written in a continuous creative process. You have a feel of immediacy.
Happiness is an elusive state of mind not to be gained by clumsy pursuit.
It is given to those who do not sue for it:to be unconcerned about a desired good is probably the only way to possess it.
Hinduism comes closest to being a nature religion.
Rivers, rocks, trees, plants, animals, and birds all play their part, both in mythology and everyday worship. This harmony is most evident in remote places like this, and I hope it does not loose its unique character in the ruthless urban advance.
I never break my journey at Deoli but i pass through as often as I can
love is undying,of that I feel certain.
I mean deep,abiding,cherishing love.The love that gives protection even as you,my guardian angel,gave me protection long after you had gone-and continue to give this very day... A love beyond Death-a love that makes Life alive!
To early man, trees were objects of awe and wonder.
The mystery of their growth, the movement of their leaves and branches, the way they seemed to die and come again to life in spring, the sudden growth of the plant from the seed - all these appeared to be miracles as indeed they still are, miracles of nature!
To return to my own trees, I went among them often, acknowledging their presence with a touch of my hand against their trunks.
Book readers are special people, and they will always turn to books as the ultimate pleasure. Those who do not read are the unfortunate ones. There's nothing wrong with them; but they are missing out on one of life's compensations and rewards. A great book is a friend that never lets you down. You can return to it again and again and the joy first derived from it will still be there.
I have come to believe that the best kind of walk, or journey, is the one in which you have no particular destination when you set out.
I write a story in my head. I see the story like a movie.
I don't travel so much now, I get tired
Yes, I'd love to have a garden of my own--spacious, and full of everything that is fragrant and flowering. But if I don't succeed, never mind--I've still got the dream.
The more you write, the better you will write! So - keep at it!
When I write I just keep a waste paper basket handy in case I am experiencing a block.
I was nostalgic even as a young man. Preferred listening to Opera not Bing Crossby.
Normally writers do not talk much,because they are saving their conversations for the readers of their book- those invisible listeners with whom we wish to strike a sympathetic chord.
But the trees seemed to know me. They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer. And looking around, I noticed the other small trees and wild plants and grasses had sprung up under the protection of the trees we had placed there. The trees had multiplied! They were moving. In one small corner of the world, Grandfather's dream was coming true and the trees were moving again.
It is always the same with mountains.
Once you have lived with them for any length of time, you belong to them. There is no escape.
There are two kinds of authors - subjective and objective. Introverts are more inward looking.
To be able to laugh and to be merciful are the only things that make man better than the beast
How evanescent those loves and friendships seem at this distance in time…We move on, make new attachments. We grow old. But sometimes, we hanker for old friendships, the old loves. Sometimes I wish I was young again. Or that I could travel back in time and pick up the threads. Absent so long, I may have stopped loving you, friends; but I will never stop loving the Day I loved you.
But the trees seemed to know me. They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer.
Live long, my friend, be wise and strong. But do not from any man his song.
and when all the wars are over, a butterfly will still be beautiful.
The past is always with us, for it feeds the present.
When you write a novel you have to live with the characters for a long time.
So I prefer short stories. I never wrote anything more than 250 pages.