Book: Shantaram. Page 14

Love can't be killed. It will not kill even hatred. Can strangle within himself the love, affection and even attraction. You can kill it or turn into a solid frozen, leaden regret, but the love itself you still do not kill. Love is the passionate search for truth other than your own, and once you experience it, do not deceive yourself, in its entirety, and it will remain forever. Every act of love, every moment when the heart turns to her and is part of the universal good, part of God or what we call God, and he will never die.

We world broke off relations, told me something of Carl in the first months of our acquaintance. He's trying to re-establish them, but I do not succumb. I guess I don't know how to forgive.

In the end, civilization is made up of what we prohibit, and not what we assume.

You know how to listen. This is a dangerous weapon, because against him is hard to resist. Feel that you listen, is almost the best thing in the world.

The past is reflected in our minds from two mirrors: one is bright, it shows what we once said or did, the other dark, filled with unspoken and undone.