An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.
I can't imagine going on when there are no more expectations.
To some people, the impossible is impossible. One fine day, they wake up in the morning knowing that they will never hold the moon in their hands, and with the certainty, perfect peace descends on them.
If an ass goes travelling he will not come home a horse.
I want to complete every ball. It's impossible, but that is what I want to do. And that is why I work hard at it.
Some pass their days as though suffering a deep sadness they cannot name. Others are unhappy because life didn't turn out the way they thought it would.
I feel like what I'm after is not easy for me to find, and to want it to be easy... it would be absurd for me to have that ambition.
When I was a child, I wanted to grow taller than a certain standard set by our teacher. When I expressed that desire, my teacher asked me if I thought of myself as a Chiranjeevi. Since then, I have heard a number of people liken the very name 'Chiranjeevi' to impossible achievement.
My childhood is always going to limit me.
What I find compelling is the moment in which people realize, with suffering and pain, that in the past there was a time when they were happy, because back then the present and the future coincided - they were one and the same thing.
The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.
If you can't do what you want to do in your life, then it is difficult.
