Best 28 quotes of Anurag Shourie on MyQuotes

A half-truth is even more dangerous than a lie. A lie, you can detect at some stage, but half a truth is sure to mislead you for long.

An idle mind is a devil’s workshop and I am prone to renting out my mind to the first bidder.

A weapon is only an extension of one’s own persona; as lethal or useless as the person wielding it.

Being a doctor, you are not supposed to give vent to any signs of revulsion on encountering the most noxious of odours or the most gruesome of sights.

But that’s the way life is; felicity and expiation play together in the narrow lanes of life like bosom friends, inseparable. You find one, and the other is always around the corner.

Death is the only certainty in life. The moment we are born, our journey towards our final destination begins. It’s the beauty or the ugliness of that journey that defines our life; the distances covered varying in each case. Every flower that has bloomed in the free breeze of spring has to wither in the cruel icy autumn draught.

Destiny plays its cards in a way that no one can comprehend.

Dharma is not about believing in God. It’s about making the right choices, doing the right things and leading the right life.

Everyone in this world is Abhimanyu, the difference being that most of us are trapped in a labyrinth of our own creation. It takes a lifetime for people to realise that the way out lies in their own hands. All it requires is a little introspection.

Every war has its martyrs — the unsung heroes who sometimes don’t even know the rationale behind the war they are fighting. They fight because they are trained to, kill because they are told to and die because they are destined to.

For me, every book is an individual with its own identity and has to be nurtured and taken care of, so that it may survive for a longer period.

Heaven is all around us. All we need is perception; to extol the melodies of Nature's orchestra.

It’s a strange feeling when you realise that you have become a passive bystander, watching the quirks of your own fate with an icy indifference.

Love is just like God. Some believe in it, some don’t. You can only feel love and that too if you are open to its existence. Likewise, an atheist cannot feel the presence of the divine because his mind is shut to the possibility of there being one.

Marcus Brutus was the original tragic hero of the play ‘Julius Caesar’, Aditya concluded. Perhaps, Shakespeare should have named his play ‘Marcus Brutus’. But then again, it all must have boiled down to saleability and marketing; Julius Caesar being the more famous and thus bankable name. Ironical it was, Aditya smiled. The same Shakespeare had once said-‘What’s in a name...

Nostalgia can be more painful than a surgeon's knife.

Not very tall, not very dark but very...very handsome,’ was his way of describing himself.

Self-destruction is an art; cursed are the exponents.

Story-telling is a lot like making love. There are rules, yet there are no rules. You must keep your lover engaged; keep pressing the right buttons. Make the reader look forward to your next move with bated breath. Build up the tension and let it explode in the climax. (Anurag Shourie)

Take it easy. Live life- one day at a time. It is only when we add the regrets of 'yesterday' and worries of the 'future' to the 'present' that we end up complicating things...

Tears can ruin the handiwork of the best beautician.

The best-laid plans can fail for the lack of proper execution.

The pain of an unpublished manuscript is akin to the trauma of bearing an unborn.

There is a very thin line of demarcation between bravery and foolhardiness.

There is a very thin line of demarcation dividing true love from unadulterated lust. What is love without the pleasures of the flesh and what is lust sans a fluttering heart?

There is nothing more agonising than the memory of good times when you are going through a difficult period in life. Life moves in only one direction - forward, but the memoirs of years gone by keep on haunting one’s soul till the time one is alive. Nostalgia can be more painful than a surgeon’s knife.

The time is ripe for young Indian authors writing in the English language.

When you can’t handle the heady concoction of wine and women, it’s time to pack up your bags and quit.