Luck is what happens to you when fate gets tired of waiting— Gregory David Roberts
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I still love you. And sometimes, my friend, the love that I have, and can't give to you, crushes the breath from my chest. Sometimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.
Some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. Some things are so sad that only your soul can do the crying for them.
There are no mistakes. Only new paths to explore.
If fate doesn't make you laugh, you just don't get the joke.
Fate gives all of us three teachers, three friends, three enemies, and three great loves in our lives. But these twelve are always disguised, and we can never know which one is which until we’ve loved them, left them, or fought them.
At first, when we truly love someone, our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us. What we should fear and dread, of course, is that we won't stop loving them, even after they're dead and gone.
The choice you make, between hating and forgiving, can become the story of your life.
Sometimes you break your heart in the right way, if you know what I mean.
The choking humidity makes amphibians of us all, in Bombay, breathing water in air; you learn to live with it, and you learn to like it, or you leave.
Fate always gives you two choices, the one you should take, and the one you do.
The truth is that the man I am was born in those moments, as I stood near the flood sticks with my face lifted to the chrismal rain. Shantaram. The better man that, slowly, and much too late, I began to be.
The world is run by one million evil men, ten million stupid men, and a hundred million cowards.
The best revenge, like the best sex, is performed slowly, and with the eyes open.
There’s too much love in the world.
Sometimes I think that’s what heaven is---- a place where everybody’s happy because nobody loves anybody else, ever.
Good soldiers are defined by what they can endure, not by what they can inflict.
The burden of happiness can only be relieved by the balm of suffering.
What is it?" she asked. "I'm looking for your wings. You are my guardian angel, aren't you?" "I'm afraid not," she replied, her cheeks dimplingwith a wry smile. "There's too much of the devil in me for that." "Just how much devil," I grinned, "are we talking about here?
When the wish and the fear are exactly the same, we call the dream a nightmare.
There's no heart like the Indian heart.
Didier once told me, in a rambling, midnight dissertation, that a dream is the place where a wish and a fear meet. When the wish and the fear are exactly the same, he said, we call the dream a nightmare.
More dreams are realised and extinguished in Bombay than any other place in India.
But the soul has no culture. The soul has no nations. The soul has no colour or accent or way of life. The soul is forever. The soul is one. And when the heart has its moment of truth and sorrow, the soul can't be stilled.
Suffering is how we test our love especially our love for God.
Heroes only come in three kinds:dead, damaged or dubious.
That's how they manage to live together, a billion of them, in reasonable peace.
They are not perfect, of course. They know how to fight and lie and cheat each other, and all the things that all of us do. But more than any other people in the world, the Indians know how to love one another.
Every virtuous act is inspired by a dark secret.
A lot of bad stuff in the world wasn’t really that bad until someone tried to change it.
Some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you.
I think that we all, each one of us, we all have to earn our future.
every human heart beat is a universe of possibilities.
Optimism is the first cousin of love, and it's exactly like love in three ways: it's pushy, it has no real sense of humour, and it turns up where you least expect it.
A man is truly a man when he wins the love of a good woman, earns her respect, and keeps her trust. Until you can do that, you're not a man.
The most precious gift you can bring to your lover is your suffering.
It isn't a secret, unless keeping it hurts.
Poverty and pride are devoted blood brothers until one, always and inevitably, kills the other.
nothing grieves more deeply or pathetically than one half of a great love that isn’t meant to be.
The cloak of the past is cut from patches of feeling ,and sewn with rebus threads.Most of the time , the best we can do is wrap it around ourselves for comfort or drag it behind us as we struggle to go on .
We live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive.
I think that it is a part of growing up, learning to control our suffering.
I think that when we grow up, and learn that happiness is rare, and passes quickly, we become disillusioned and hurt. And how much we suffer is a mark of how much we have been hurt by this realisation. Suffering, you see, is a kind of anger. We rage against the unfairness, the injustice of our sad and sorry lot.
It doesnt always help us to love the world,but it does prevent us from hating the world.
You can never tell what people have inside them until you start taking it away, one hope at a time
Indians are the Italians of Asia and vice versa.
Every man in both countries is a singer when he is happy, and every woman is a dancer when she walks to the shop at the corner. For them, food is the music inside the body and music is the food inside the heart. Amore or Pyar makes every man a poet, a princess of peasant girl if only for second eyes of man and woman meets.
Food is music to the body, music is food to the heart.
The truth is that, no matter what kind of game you find yourself in, no matter how good or bad the luck, you can change your life completely with a single thought or a single act of love
Some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again.
The amount of force and violence necessary to board the train, for example was no less and no more than the amoount of politeness and consideration necessary to ensure that the cramped journey was as pleasant as possible afterwards. What is necessary? That was the unspoken but implied, and unavoidable question everywhere in India.
Whatever you do, in the privacy of your own rain shower, is your own business
but there's no nation uncorrupted. there's no system that's immune to the misuse of money.
None of us lie or guard our secrets when we sing, and India is a nation of singers whose first love is the kind of song we turn to when crying just isn't enough.