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1 " The story I am going to tell has more than one beginning and without an end. "
― , Locked Lives
2 " Love is an art, Berk. Just like painting or music. Some painters draw mere lines, scratches on the canvas and call them art; some paint stars studded skies like van Gogh; or Chopin’s music conquers the hearts of millions while the execrable disco music blaring out of the open windows of a car have also their audience. Some describe love in high-flown flowery language and you identify yourself with the hero and the heroine and feel yourself in the seventh heaven while some give such a lamentable picture of it that you almost curse it! "
3 " A person who seeks wisdom will find it. "
4 " sorrows and joys are so intricately woven together, deleting either of them would erase the other half. "
5 " He turned his eyes to the skyline as was his wont. As he gazed at the still point of the universe, at the hinterland of beyond, I felt that he was himself fading into the distance. He seemed to fill up the meaningless gap between us and the far off with strip of films from the past. As he continued to see the imaginary film unroll before the eyes of both of us, I could perceive in the pupils of his eyes, respectively, joy, betrayal, pain, the pang of separation and yearning, the expectations as well as thousand and one things blended with life. It was as if he was living his love affairs one by one in every image of his past. "
6 " I cannot tell what the future will bring to a man. Life must be lived in hoping and anticipating, unaware of what expects us. If a man is made conscious of the fact that suffering has no end, that happy days we dream of will never come, how can he bear burdens? A man must be able to dream that his fancies and fantasies will be materialized some day. Without hopeful expectations you can not endure hardships that flesh is heir to. On the other hand, a success that comes unexpectedly from above out of the blue would have no value. If one is convinced that joys and happiness he is experiencing now will continue for ever, how can he appreciate them unless it occurs to him that he may lose it any moment? A life whose end is known beforehand will be but a tale. One of your tales, you are a man with a tale and like every tale the end will be happy. "
7 " We had been locked lives. Neither life would dare confront us nor tales could be turned into hard facts. We were not free to opt for the side we would have liked to, as we were foreordained to live the sad tales. "