Chronicle of a Corpse Bearer Quotes

“Hope, that palliative of every human suffering: in desperation, we cling to the flimsiest of straws.”
― Cyrus Mistry, Chronicle of a Corpse Bearer

“elaborate systems of belief have been concocted and espoused over the centuries by man merely to buttress this sad need for meaning; indeed to make life’s transience bearable.”
― Cyrus Mistry, Chronicle of a Corpse Bearer

“The longer the human soul swims in that pool of faith, soaking in the effulgence of its own dreams and longings, the more its need for rationality recedes, its very preoccupation with reality. Excuses are made for every frustration or impediment that doesn’t quite merge into the perfect blueprint of miraculous resolution already etched into one’s hopes and prayers: thus, there’s never any scope for disappointment. The person becomes blind to everything but the bewitchment of his own beliefs.”
― Cyrus Mistry, Chronicle of a Corpse Bearer

“We shared something very special which even now isn’t easy for me to define. I could oversimplify and call it a sense of humour. But it was something much tougher, yet more frail. A shared matrix of perception?—I suppose one could call it that—whose common nodes so intricately intersected that there was complete parity in our understanding of all things: the world, people and every eventuality we encountered in life.”
― Cyrus Mistry, Chronicle of a Corpse Bearer

“Perhaps life is like that: slippery, elusive, impossible to get a hold on. The difference between this moment and the next is only one of awareness. . . Yet we drift from morn till night, from day through week through months and years distracted, inattentive, and completely unprepared for the ambush—the moment of our inevitable extinction.”
― Cyrus Mistry, Chronicle of a Corpse Bearer

“As an old man, I do feel remorse for my childish extravagances. But another part of me could never regard itself, or life, with such joyless earnestness.”
― Cyrus Mistry, Chronicle of a Corpse Bearer

“Though death is its precise reason for existence, in this garden, life—overwhelmingly—is the victor.”
― Cyrus Mistry, Chronicle of a Corpse Bearer