Gregory David Roberts
Gregory David Roberts
Gregory David Robertsis an Australian author best known for his novel Shantaram. He is a former heroin addict and convicted bank robber who escaped from Pentridge Prison in 1980 and fled to India, where he lived for ten years...
NationalityAustralian
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CountryAustralia
real heart hands
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.
fists done palms
Slowly, desolately, the fist of what we'd done unclenched the clawed palm of what we'd become.
real want succeed
The real trick in life is to want nothing, and to succeed in getting it. - Karla
eye being-in-love voice
Its a fact of being in love that we often pay no attention whatsoever to the substance of what a lover says, while being intoxicated to ecstasy by the way it's said. I was in love with her eyes, but I didn't read them. I loved her voice, but I didn't really hear the fear & the anguish in it.
heart pride elephants
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.
loyalty honesty hate
For all his wisdom, he did not know that love cannot be tested. Honesty can be tested and loyalty. But there is not test for love. Love goes on forever, once it begins, even if we come to hate the one we love. Love goes on forever because love is born in the part of us that does not die.
grieving great-love half
nothing grieves more deeply or pathetically than one half of a great love that isn’t meant to be.
ocean blood sweat
We carry oceans inside of us, in our blood and our sweat. And we are crying the oceans, in our tears.
medicine black kind
Friendship is also a kind of medicine, and the markets for it, too, are sometimes black.
stars laughter love-you
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.
hate real literature
hate has no literature: real fear and real hate have no words
rain privacy showers
Whatever you do, in the privacy of your own rain shower, is your own business
simple men perfect
The man grinned back at me with that perfect sincerity we fear and call simple-minded.
book firsts shantaram
Shantaram is the second in the series of a quartet of novels that I have planned about my life but is the first to be written. The third book is a sequel to Shantaram, the first a prequel.