Book: Shantaram. Page 2

It's very sad, if the person is in a hurry.

They're so... innocent. And in fact, no. They know exactly what they need, and I will not rest until they get it. Disgusting. All the most vile people I know - exactly-to a tee big kids. I shudder and feel sick to my stomach.

Almost all of us pretend, with more or less success that they can share a moment in which you live, with someone else. But the past each of us is an island and people like Khaled forever remain there alone.

Self-awareness personality in some way similar to coordinates on a map where it is applied the intersection of our friendly relations. We know who we are and define ourselves relative to the people you love, and causes his love to them.

In order to know the truth just close your eyes. We can, for example, to know God and sorrow. We can know dreams and love. But all this is unrealistic - in the sense which we attach to the things that exist in the world and seem real. You can't weigh, measure or decomposed into elementary particles in the accelerator. And because all this is possible.

As Afghan matchmakers say, "voice is more than half of love."

There is a truth that deeper life experience. Its impossible to see or feel. Is the truth such an order, where the mind is powerless where reality defies the perception. We usually defenseless in front of her face, and the knowledge of it, like love, is sometimes achieved such a high price, which no heart will be willing to pay voluntarily. It is not always awakens in us the love of the world, but it keeps us from hating it. And the only way of knowing of this truth - its transfer from heart to heart...

Here you spoke with Didier about freedom, and he asked you "the freedom to do what?" and you said "the freedom to say 'no'." It's funny, but I thought it more important to be able to say "Yes".

I finally fully realized WHAT I did and what I became and felt the pain, fear and bitterness because I'm so stupid, so inexcusably mangled their lives. My heart was broken with shame and grief. And I suddenly saw a lot of tears in me and how little love. And I realized how alone I am.

The first rule of any clandestine business: don't let others know what you think. Didier added this rule: need to know what other people think about you. Clothes untidy, matted curly hair, not combed since then, as they clung to the pillow last night, even his addiction to alcohol, intentionally exaggerated with the aim to create the appearance of incurable habits - all this was the face the image that he cultivated, and developed to the last detail, as an actor his role. He impressed others that he is helpless and harmless, because it was the direct opposite of the truth.

When I found out it closer, I got the impression that she's flirting with the world because flirting was the only form of kindness which she knows. So she tried to Express his good attitude towards people and make them men in the first place - to be good to her. She believed that the world is too little kindness, and not just talked about it. Her feelings and thoughts were not deep, but she acted from the best motives, and it was hard to demand from it something more.

I love you since the second I first saw you. I think I always loved you so much, how many exists on light of love. I love your voice. I love your face. I love your hands. I love everything you do and how you do it. When you touch me, I think it's a magic wand. I love to watch how you think and listen to what you say. I feel all of this, but I don't understand and can't explain - neither you nor myself. I just love you, love you with all my heart. You do the mission of God: to give meaning to my life. And because I have so much to love this world.

People can't be anybody but yourself. The more he wants to be like someone else, the less good.

A good soldier is not one that can fuck knows what to do, and one that can endure