Quotes from Gregory David Roberts

A dream is the place where a wish and a fear meet. When the wish and fear are exactly the same, we call the dream a nightmare. If fate does not make you laugh, you just don't get the joke.

Justice is not only the way we punish those who do wrong. It is also the way we try to save them

I don't know what frightens me more, the power that crushes us or our endless ability to endure it.

The force is always with you, if you give up force

Nothing in any life, no matter how well or poorly lived, is wiser than failure or clearer than sorrow. And in the tiny, precious wisdom that they give to us, even those dread and hated enemies, suffering and failure, have their reason and their right to be.

I was interested in everything and committed to nothing.

The only force more ruthless and cynical than the business of big politics is the politics of big business.

The beautiful courage of us, the hope that defines our kind, is that we go on, no matter how much life wounds us. We walk. We face the sea and the wind and the salted truth of death, and we go on.

If you get in tune with the tendency field, through expanding and exploring the set of positive characteristics within yourself, the tendency field responds with constant energy, and affirmations. If you work against the tendency field, by being negative, unfair, unloving, and unconscious of the truth, you weaken your connection to the tendency field, and you experience existential dread, no matter how rich or famous or powerful you are.

We are made out of stars, you and I.

Do you know the story of the scorpion and the frog? You know, the frog agrees to carry the scorpion across the river, because the scorpion promises not to sting him?' 'Yeah. And then the scorpion stings the frog, half way across the river. The drowning frog asks him why he did it, when they'll both drown, and the scorpion says that he's a scorpion, and it's his nature to sting.

The simple and astonishing truth about India and Indian people is that when you go there, and deal with them, you heart always guides you more wisely than your head. There's nowhere else in the world where that's quite so true.

The worst things that people do to us always make us feel ashamed. The worst things that people do always strike at the part of us that wants to love the world. And a tiny part of the shame we feel, when we're violated, is shame at being human.

It's impossible to be really sad when you're asleep. You can be happy and afraid and angry in your dreams, but you have to be wide awake to be sad, don't you think?

Lies we tell ourselves are the ghosts that haunt the empty house of midnight.

It is always a fool's mistake, Didier once said to me, to be alone with someone you shouldn't have loved.

I felt a darkness growing within me that was too numb for sorrow and too cold for rage.

I was too young, then, to know that dead lovers are the toughest rivals.

I sometimes think that the size of our happiness is inversely proportional to the size of our house.' She

The contours of all our virtues are shaped by adversity.

The strength and wildness and will that I found in him were more and better than all the truth and goodness in the world. I pledged myself to him as brother and friend no matter what he'd done and no matter what he was.

And I survived, while other men around me died. They were better men than I am, most of them: better men whose lives were crunched up in mistakes, and thrown away by the wrong second of someone else´s hate, or love, or indifference.

Virtue is concerned with what we do, and honour is concerned with how we do it. You can fight a war in an honourable way—the Geneva Convention exists for that very reason—and you can enforce the peace without any honour at all. In its essence, honour is the art of being humble. And gangsters, just like cops, politicians, soldiers, and holy men, are only ever good at what they do if they stay humble.

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 a truth other than our own. With longing: the pure, ineffable yearning to be saved. For so long as fate keeps waiting, we live on. God help us. God forgive us. We live on.