Gregory David Roberts Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• There's no heart like the Indian heart.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Heart, Shantaram, Indian

  Gregory David Roberts (2004). “Shantaram: A Novel”, p.403, Macmillan

• There's a kind of luck that's not much more than being in the right place at the right time, a kind of inspiration that's not much more than doing the right thing in the right way, and both only really happen to you when you empty your heart of ambition, purpose, and plan; when you give yourself, completely, to the golden, fate-filled moment.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Inspiration, Heart, Ambition

  Gregory David Roberts (2004). “Shantaram: A Novel”, p.110, Macmillan

• Food is music to the body, music is food to the heart.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Heart, Body, Shantaram

• every human heart beat is a universe of possibilities.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Heart, Possibility, Beats

• 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.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Inspirational, Life, Loneliness

  "Shantaram". Book by Gregory David Roberts, 2003.

• Sooner or later, fate puts us together with all the people, one by one, who show us what we could, and shouldn’t, let ourselves become. Sooner or later we meet the drunkard, the waster, the betrayer, the ruthless mind, and the hate-filled heart. But fate loads the dice, of course, because we usually find ourselves loving or pitying almost all of those people. And it’s impossible to despise someone you honestly pity, and to shun someone you truly love.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Hate, Heart, Fate

• For this is what we do. Put one foot forward and then the other. Lift our eyes to the snarl and smile of the world once more. Think. Act. Feel. Add our little consequence to the tides of good and evil that flood and drain the world. Drag our shadowed crosses into the hope of another night. Push our brave hearts into the promise of a new day. With love; the passionate search for truth other than our own. With longing; the pure, ineffable yearning to be saved. For so long as fate keeps waiting, we live on.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Eye, Heart, Fate

  "Shantaram". Book by Gregory David Roberts, 2003.

• The truth is that there are no good men, or bad men,' he said. 'It is the deeds that have goodness or badness in them. There are good deeds, and bad deeds. Men are just men - it is what they do, or refuse to do, that links them to good and evil. The truth is that an instant of real love, in the heart of anyone - the noblest man alive or the most wicked - has the whole purpose and process and meaning of life within the lotus-folds of its passion. The truth is that we are all, every one of us, every atom, every galaxy, and every particle of matter in the universe, moving toward God.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Real, Moving, Passion

  Gregory David Roberts (2004). “Shantaram: A Novel”, p.179, Macmillan

• 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.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Crush, Stars, Laughter

  Gregory David Roberts (2004). “Shantaram: A Novel”, p.553, Macmillan

• Sometimes you break your heart in the right way, if you know what I mean.

  Gregory David Roberts

  I Love You, Happiness, Heartbreak

  Gregory David Roberts (2004). “Shantaram: A Novel”, p.37, Macmillan

• you can't kill love. you can't even kill it with hate. you can kill in-love, and loving, and even loveliness. you can kill them all, or numb them into dense, leaden regret, but you can't kill love itself. love is the passionate search for a truth other than your own; and once you feel it, honestly and completely, love is forever. every act of love, every moment of the heart reaching out, is a part of the universal good: it's a part of God, or what we call God, and it can never die.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Regret, Hate, Love You

• The tears, when they come to some men, are worse than beatings. They're wounded worse by sobbing, men like that, than they are by boots and batons. Tears begin in the heart, but some of us deny the heart so often, and for so long, that when it speaks we hear not one but a hundred sorrows in the heartbreak. We know that crying is a good and natural thing. We know that crying isn't a weakness, but a kind of strength. Still, the weeping rips us root by tangled root from the earth, and we crash like fallen trees when we cry.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Rip, Heart, Men

  Gregory David Roberts (2004). “Shantaram: A Novel”, p.563, Macmillan

• 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 wont stop loving them, even after they are dead and gone. for i still love you with the whole of my heart. i still love you. and sometimes, my friend, the love that i have and cant give to you, crushed the breast from my chest. soemtimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Stars, Laughter, Love You

  Gregory David Roberts (2004). “Shantaram: A Novel”, p.553, Macmillan

• 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.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Girl, Country, Princess

  "Shantaram". Book by Gregory David Roberts, 2003.

• If you make your heart into a weapon, you end up using it on yourself.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Heart, Weapons, Shantaram

  Gregory David Roberts (2004). “Shantaram: A Novel”, p.412, Macmillan

• Some loves are like that. Your heart starts to feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat, & your self-respect & independence. After a while you start throwing people out - friends, everyone you know. & it's still not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking, & you know it's going to take you down with it. I've seen that happen to a lot of people. I think that's why I'm sick of love. - Karla

  Gregory David Roberts

  Heart, Pride, Thinking

• They claim a hidden corner of our hearts, all those moments that stay with us unscreamed. That's where loves, like elephants, drag themselves to die. It's the place where pride allows itself to cry.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Heart, Pride, Elephants

  Gregory David Roberts (2004). “Shantaram: A Novel”, p.527, Macmillan

• 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.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Heart, Forever, Soul

  Gregory David Roberts (2012). “Shantaram”, p.83, Hachette UK

• I know now that when the loving, honest moment comes it should be seized, and spoken, because it may never come again. And unvoiced, unmoving, unlived in the things we declare form heart to heart, those true and real feelings wither and crumble in the remembering hand that tries too late to reach for them.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Real, Heart, Hands

  Gregory David Roberts (2004). “Shantaram: A Novel”, p.773, St. Martin's Press

• The touch was exactly what the touch of a lover's hand should be: familiar, yet exciting as a whispered promise. I felt an almost irresistible urge to take her hand and place it flat against my chest, near my heart. Maybe I should've done it. I know now that she would've laughed, if I'd done it, and she would've liked me for it. But strangers that we were then, we stood for five long seconds and held the stare, while all the parallel worlds, all the parallel lives that might've been, and never would be, whirled around us.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Heart, Hands, Long

  Gregory David Roberts (2004). “Shantaram: A Novel”, p.24, Macmillan

• It took me a long time and most of the world to learn what I know about love and fate and the choices we make, but the heart of it came to me in an instant, while I was chained to a wall and being tortured.\

  Gregory David Roberts

  Wall, Heart, Fate

  Gregory David Roberts (2004). “Shantaram: A Novel”, p.7, Macmillan

• There's a truth deeper than experience. It's beyond what we see, or even what we feel. It's an order of truth that separates the profound from the merely clever, and the reality from the perception. We're helpless, usually, in the face of it; and the cost of knowing it, like the cost of knowing love, is sometimes greater than any heart would willingly pay. It doesn't always help us to love the world, but it does prevent us from hating the world. And the only way to know that truth is to share it, from heart to heart, just as Prabhakar told it to me, just as I'm telling it to you now.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Clever, Hate, Heart

  "Shantaram". Book by Gregory David Roberts, 2003.

• Once you love something, you can never stop loving it. Even after a divorce, the heart will not stop loving.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Heart, Divorce, Never Stop Loving

• The only victory that really counts in prison is survival. But survival means more than simply being alive. It's not just the body that must survive a jail term; the spirit and the will and the heart have to make it through as well. If any one of them is broken or destroyed, the man whose living body walks through the gate, at the end of his sentence, can't be said to have survived it. And it's for those small victories of the heart, and the spirit, and the will that we sometimes risk the body that cradles them.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Mean, Heart, Men

• Every virtuous act has some Dark secret in its heart; every risk we take contains a mystery that can’t be solved.

  Gregory David Roberts

  Heart, Dark, Risk

  Gregory David Roberts (2004). “Shantaram: A Novel”, p.367, Macmillan

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