Quotes from Gregory David Roberts

Jealousy has no mirror, and resentment has a tin ear for the truth.

Jealousy, like the flawed love that bears it, has no respect for time or space or wisely reasoned argument.

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No smile would work, no goodbye would pray, no kindness would save, if the truth inside us wasn't beautiful. And the true heart of us, our human kind, is that we're connected, at our best, by purities of love found in no other creature.

The wrong thing, for the right reasons.

Every door is a portal leading through time as well as space. The same doorway that leads us into and out of a room also leads us into the past of the room and its ceaselessly unfolding future.

Her beauty was injured by the wound but not ravaged by it.

India is about six times the size of France," he went on, as the glass of alcohol and a bowl of curried snacks arrived at our table. "But it has almost twenty times the population. Twenty times! Believe me, if there were a billion Frenchmen living i n such a crowded space, there would be rivers of blood. Rivers o f blood! And, as everyone knows, we French are the most civilised people in Europe. Indeed, in the whole world. No, no, without love, India would be impossible.

Arrogance is pride's calling card, and crowds everything with Self. Gratitude is humility's calling card, and is the space left inside for love.

Love unlived is a sin against life, and mourning is one of the ways we love.

resentment is unmet need or desire

But wisdom, in one sense, is the opposite of love. Love survives in is precisely because it isn't wise.

She was a river, not a stone, and every day was another curve in tomorrow's plain. She was pulled from a family she loved, and that loved her, she thought, until they took the word of a man, a friend and neighbour, who raped her. Years later, when she killed the rapist and went on the run, she severed every connection to her own life. She was runaway tough, a dancing cat, a green witch, and safe from everything but herself, like me.

A heart filled with greed, pride or hateful feelings is not free.

I'd always thought that fate was something unchangeable: fixed for every one of us at birth, and as constant as the circuit of the stars. But I suddenly realised that life is stranger and more beautiful than that. 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.

It's a characteristic of human nature that the best qualities, called up quickly in a crisis, are very often the hardest to find in a prosperous calm. The contours of all our virtues are shaped by adversity.

I joked and laughed about things that made other less wounded hearts weep, and I'd learned to harden myself against loss and death.

Instinct chooses her own children.

Waiting for nothing, that is what kills the heart of a man, isn't it?

For so long as fate keeps waiting, we live on. God help us. God forgive us. We live on.

You really are one mad Irish motherfucker.

When we're young, we think that suffering is something that's done to us. When we get older- when the steel door slams shut, in one way or another-we know that real suffering is measured by what's taken away from us.

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.

Baptised by the sky, the world was born again, and hope washed a year's dust and blood from the mountain.