Quotes from Gregory David Roberts

A wise man once told me - he's a Muslim, by the way - that he has more in common with a rational, reasonable-minded Jew than he does with a fanatic from his own religion. He has more in common with a rational, reasonable-minded Christian or Buddhist or Hindu than he does with a fanatic from his own religio. In fact, he has more in common with a rational, reasonable-minded atheist than he does with a fanatic from his own religion.

Every guru you meet and every teacher, every prophet and every philosopher, should answer these two questions for you: What is an objective, universally acceptable definition of good and evil? And, What is the relationship between consciousness and matter? If he cannot answer these two questions, as I have done, you know that he has not passed the test.

every pedestal is taller than the man who sits on it.

It's a lacerating guilt, that first confrontation with the wretched of the earth.

Everything you ever sense, in touch or taste or sight or even thought, has an effect on you that's greater than zero.

É a capacidade de perdoar que faz de nós aquilo que somos. Sem ela, a nossa espécie ter-se-ia aniquilado em desforras infinitas. Sem ela, não haveria História. Sem essa esperança, não haveria arte, porque toda a obra de arte é, de algum modo, um acto de perdoar. Sem esse sonho, não haveria amor, porque todo o acto de amor é de alguma forma uma promessa de perdão. Mantemo-nos vivos porque podemos amar, e amamos porque podemos perdoar.

and my heart was as clean and hungry for promises as a monsoon morning in the gardens of Malabar.

her. I rode the elevator down to the foyer alone with the crowd of my mirror selves: beside and behind me, still and silent, not one of them was able to meet my eye.

THE WORLD IS RUN by one million evil men, ten million stupid men, and a hundred million cowards,' Abdul Ghani pronounced in his best Oxford English accent, licking the sweet honey cake from his short, thick fingers. 'The evil men are the power—the rich men, and the politicians, and the fanatics of religion—whose decisions rule the world, and set it on its course of greed and destruction.

Sometimes the worst thing you can do to a woman is to love her.

There are few things more discomfiting than a spontaneous outburst of genuine decency from someone you're determined to dislike for no good reason. I felt a little blush of shame beginning to spread across my cheeks.

Just at that moment, I was what Karla once called the most dangerous and fascinating animal in the world: a brave, hard man, without a plan.

the student is ready, the teacher appears—do

Love is connection, and happiness is the connected self.

Millions of dreams were born there, around us, every day. Millions of dreams died there, and were born again. The humid air was thick with dreams, everywhere, in my Mumbai.

Crying isn't a weakness, but a kind of strength.

A politician is someone who promises you a bridge, even when there's no river.

Khader aveva cercato di spiegarmi che ogni uomo ha la possibilita di cambiare il proprio destino. Avevo sempre pensato che il fatto fosse immutabile: determinato al momento della nascita e fisso come le orbite delle stelle. All'improvviso compresi che la vita e molto piu bella e complessa. La verita e che fortuna e sfortuna non contano, e non importa cio che stai facendo: puoi cambiare completamente la tua vita con un solo pensiero, con un solo gesto d'amore.

How can you sit next to this filthy gay?' he asked me. 'It's called gravity,' I said. 'Look it up, when you have an afternoon to spare.

The world and I are not on speaking terms, Karla said to me once in those early months. The world keeps trying to win me back, she said, but it doesn't work. I guess I'm just not the forgiving type.

to mi?o?? czyni ludzi wielkimi, a nienawi?? ma?ymi

The tears, when they came, slipped from her closed eyelids like so many beads on a prayer chain. Some women cry easily. The tears fall as gently as fragrant raindrops in a sun-shower, and leave the face clear and clean and almost radiant. Other women cry hard, and all the loveliness in them collapses in the agony of it.

The streets were empty. I ran through puddles of fast-flowing water, reflecting the lightning-fractured sky. All the loneliness and all the love I knew collected and combined in me, until my heart was as swollen with love for her as the clouds above were swollen with their mass of rain. And I ran. I ran. And, somehow, I was back in that street, back at the doorway to her house.

dobry m??czyzna ma tyle si?y, ile potrzebuje w?a?ciwa kobieta