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What is your favourite quote / para from a book you have read?

This is for all the book lovers here. What is your favourite line/quote/paragraph from any book you have read. Can be fiction/non-fiction. 

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Tagging@AzadHindFauz @Villanelle others!

I am no knight. Do not call me Sir


"Before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth." –Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude 

This is my second shameless plug for my favourite fiction book. :)

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“We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.”

Originally written by Richard Dawkins. But I came across this para in the 'Sense of Style' by Steven Pinker.

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You are neither your body nor your mind nor your intellect nor your ego. - Sankhya (CD Sharma.)

Do you have the power to be happy whenever you choose to. 

(Any scope for suffering ends here, at least on paper)

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"Humility is the recognition of your limitations, and it is from this understanding, and this understanding alone, that the drive comes to work hard at overcoming them."

(Rafa: My Story)

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Every line from P-Block of chemistry class XII NCERT 

Jai Shree Ram !

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“Under the spreading chestnut tree/I sold you and you sold me…”
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"Practice isn't the thing you do once you're good. It's the thing you do that makes you good."

('OUTLIERS' by Malcolm Gladwell)

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"Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird." 

Book -'To Kill a Mockingbird' by Harper Lee

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"To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation".

                       - Yann Martel, 'life of Pi'

"You might think I lost all hope at that point. I did. And as a result I perked up and felt much better. We see that in sports all the time, don’t we? The tennis challenger starts strong but soon loses confidence in his playing. The champion racks up the games. But in the final set, when the challenger has nothing left to lose, he becomes relaxed again, insouciant, daring. Suddenly he’s playing like the devil and the champion must work hard to get those last points. So it was with me. To cope with a hyena seemed remotely possible, but I was so obviously outmatched by Richard Parker that it wasn’t even worth worrying about. With a tiger aboard, my life was over.

                     - Yann Martel, 'life of Pi'

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"Humility is the recognition of your limitations, and it is from this understanding, and this understanding alone, that the drive comes to work hard at overcoming them."

(Rafa: My Story)

CSE has done it to me, Philosophy subject has done even more.

Relatable to lot many of us(?).

Thanks for sharing! 😇

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''My dad gave me advice on how to negotiate my way through life. 'Never make a decision until you have to.’

He'd also warn me that even if I was in a position of strength, whether at work or in relationships, I had to play fair.

'Just because you're  in the driver's seat, doesn't mean you have to run people over,' he'd say." 

― The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch 

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We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.


If there is a meaning in life at all, then there must be a meaning in suffering. Suffering is an ineradicable part of life, even as fate and death. Without suffering and death human life cannot be complete.

“Life is like being at the dentist. You always think that the worst is still to come, and yet it is over already.”

But there was no need to be ashamed of tears, for tears bore witness that a man had the greatest of courage, the courage to suffer. Only very few realized that.

That which does not kill me, makes me stronger.

- Frankl, Viktor E. Man's Search For Meaning 

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“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

It does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live in reality” 

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"My Harvard Twenty-fifth Reunion is next month and I am scared to death.

Scared to face all my successful classmates, walking back on paths of glory, while I have nothing to show for my life except a few gray hairs.

Today a heavy, red-bound book arrived that chronicles all the achievements of The Class of ’58. It really brought home my own sense of failure.

I stayed up half the night just staring at the faces of the guys who once were undergraduates with me, and now are senators and governors, world-famous scientists and pioneering doctors.

Who knows which of them will end up on a podium in Stockholm?

Or the White House lawn?

And what’s amazing is that some are still married to their first wives.

A few of the most glittering successes were close friends of mine.

The roommate I once thought of as a fruitcake is the candidate likeliest to be our next Secretary of State. The future President of Harvard is a guy I used to lend my clothes to.

Another, whom we barely noticed, has become the musical sensation of our age. The bravest of them all laid down his life for something he believed in.

His heroism humbles me.

And I return, resplendent in my disappointment. I am the last Eliot of a great line to enter Harvard. My ancestors were all distinguished men.

In war, in peace, in church, in science, and in education. As recently as 1948, my cousin Tom received the Nobel Prize for Literature.

But the brilliance of the family tradition has grown dim with me. I don’t even hold a candle to Jared Eliot (Class of 1703), the man who introduced rhubarb to America. Yet I do have one tenuous connection with my noble forebears.

They were diarists.

My namesake, Reverend Andrew Eliot, ’37, while bravely tending his parishioners, kept a daily record –still extant –describing what the Revolutionary War was like during the siege of Boston in 1776.

The moment the city was liberated, he hurried to a meeting of the Harvard Board of Overseers to move that General George Washington be given an honorary doctorate.

His son inherited his pulpit and his pen, leaving a vivid account of America’s first days as a republic.

Naturally, there’s no comparison, but I’ve been keeping notebooks all my life as well.

Maybe that’s the single remnant of my heritage.

I’ve observed history around me, even if I didn’t make any of it.

Meanwhile, I’m still scared as hell." 

I am no knight. Do not call me Sir

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This is like Sophie's choice, I can't  :o
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@nerdfighter  John Green is a role model :)

Kind of things he does , you want to grow up and do that. Such a talent!

I am no knight. Do not call me Sir

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I really like this wonderful & deeply moving excerpt that I read from one of the many letters that Faiz Ahmed Faiz wrote to his wife Alys : 

// it becomes increasingly difficult to regain your balance once you allow it to be lost. That is where the danger lies. The temptation to give up when the waves surge & the storm looks black and unending & the body is numb and cold & to hold out is a torture. But one has to hold out, not only for one's own safety but also for the sake of everything else one holds sacred & precious & dear. So do not stint in your tears, my love but keep your chin up because the storm will pass someday & the clouds will lift, the sun will shine, may be not tomorrow, may be much later but surely it will.

Chashm-e-nam, jaan-e-shoreeda kaafi nahin 

Tohmat-e-ishq-e-posheeda baqi nahin 

Aaj baazar mein paa-ba-jaulan chalo

Dast-e-afshaan chalo, mast-o-raqsaan chalo 

Khaak-bar-sar chalo, khoon-ba-damaan chalo 

Raah takta hai sab shahr-e-janaan chalo 

Aaj baazar mein paa-ba-jaulan chalo

Haakim-e-shahar bhi, majma-e-aam bhi

Teer-e-ilzaam bhi, sang-e-dushnaam bhi 

Subh-e-nashaad bhi, roz-e-nakaam bhi 

Aaj baazar mein paa-ba-jaulan chalo

In ka damsaaz apne siwa kaun hai 

Shahr-e-jaanan mein ab ba-safa kaun hai 

Dast-e-qaatil ke shaayan raha kaun hai 

Rakht-e-dil baandh lo, dil figaaro chalo 

Phir hamin qatl ho aayen yaaro chalo //

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