Cutting for Stone Quotes

Worry and anxiety are sand in the machinery of life, and faith is the oil.

In a life, it is the in-betweens that are fatal.

Fiction is the great lie that tells the truth about how the world lives!

Ghosh trusted me to do whatever it is I would choose to do. That, too, is love. He'd been dead more than a quarter century and he was still teaching me about the trust that comes only from true love.

Ghosh sighed. "I hope one day you see this as clearly as I did in Kerchele. The key to your happiness is to own your own slippers, own who you are, own how you look, own your family, own the talents you have, and the ones you don't. If you keep saying your slippers aren't yours, then you'll die searching, you'll die bitter, always feeling you were promised more. Not only your actions, but also our omissions, become our destiny."

Success is not money! Success is you are fully loving what you are doing. That only is success!

And that is how he passed from this life to the next, without fanfare, with characteristic simplicity, fearless, opening his eyes that last time to make sure we were fine before he went on.

But you reach a point where after trying and trying you say, Patience be damned. Let them suffer their distorted worldview. Your job is to preserve yourself, not to descend into their hole. It's a relief when you arrive at this place, the point of absurdity, because then you are free, you know you owe them nothing.

We don’t have children to fulfill our dreams. Children allow us to let go of the dreams we were never meant to fulfill.

Sometimes we have to “live the question,” not push for the answer.

... How we treat the least of out brethren, how we treat the peasant suffering with volvulus, that's the measure of this country. Not our fighter planes or tanks, or how big the Emperor's palace happens to be ...

You can’t walk across a lake just because you change its name to “land.” Labels matter.

The ritual of immigration and baggage claim at Kennedy Airport went by so quickly that I wondered if I'd missed it. Where were the armed soldiers? The dogs? The long lines? The body searches? Where were the tables where your luggage was laid open and a knife taken to the lining?

In a time of deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.

You can’t set out to achieve your goals without a little madness.