David Roberts
David Roberts
heart weapons shantaram
If you make your heart into a weapon, you end up using it on yourself.
tests algebra
Friendship is an Algebra test that nobody passes.
brave reason-why irony
One of the ironies of courage, and the reason why we prize it so highly, is that we find it easier to be brave for someone else than we do for ourselves alone.
heart body shantaram
Food is music to the body, music is food to the heart.
baby ocean blood
But in a way you can say that after leaving the sea, after all those millions of years of living inside of the sea, we took the ocean with us. When a woman makes a baby, she gives it water, inside her body, to grow in. That water inside her body is almost exactly the same as the water of the sea. It is salty, by just the same amount. She makes a little ocean, in her body. And not only this. Our blood and our sweating, they are both salty, almost exactly like the water from the sea is salty. We carry oceans inside of us, in our blood and our sweat. And we are crying the oceans, in our tears.
fate two giving
Fate always gives you two choices, the one you should take, and the one you do
love-is giving way
Love is a one-way street. Love, like respect isn't something you get; it's something you give
games luck finding-yourself
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
judging enemy shantaram
when you judge the power that is in a person, you must judge their capacities as both friend and as enemy.
past love-is thinking
I think the future is like anything else that's important. It has to be earned. If we don't earn it, we don't have a future at all. And if we don't earn it, we don't deserve it, we have to live in the present, more or less forever. Or worse, we have to live in the past. I think that's probably what love is - a way of earning the future.
regret hate love-you
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.
thinking house size
I sometimes think that the size of our happiness is inversely proportional to the size of our house.
heart eye 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.
crush powerful shantaram
I don't know what frightens me more, the power that crushes us, or our endless ability to endure it.