Book: Shantaram. Page 3

The good that is in us, always to some extent based on our self-confidence.

Just seeing how a person smiles, it is possible to accurately estimate how much crap in it.

Have courage there is a curious trait, giving it a special value. Hell, this is that it is much easier to be brave when you have to bail out someone other than in those cases when it is necessary to save himself.

Justice is not only punishment of the guilty, but trying to save them.

Prison unmasks the man. In prison you can't hide your true self. You cannot pretend to be "cool". You either are or not, and it is visible to all.

In the city you can live, holding his wounded heart and soul in his fist, but in the village they should openly Shine in your eyes.

Indian actors, the best in the world, because Indians know how to cry eyes.

We often call a person a coward when he was just caught off guard, and bravery, as a rule, means only that he was prepared.

All good doctors have at least three General properties: they are able to observe, they listen and do not know how to take care of themselves.

There is no evidence of God's Providence, than the generosity of the poor.

When trying to estimate the strength of person, you need to understand what it is as a friend and as an enemy. Carla is a very good friend but as an enemy, she's just incomparable.

His fifty-five years Kazim wore with careless ease.

Some women cry easily, their tears remind fragrant drops of rain that occurred in Sunny weather, and the face looks after that clean, clear and almost glowing. Others are crying hard and painfully, losing all its beauty.

On the dressing table lay stacks of money and a fresh passport that I could go anywhere. But had nowhere to go: there was no place on earth where I would not feel the void left by those whom I lost, the nameless emptiness, devoid of meaning and love.
People fleeing, trying, overcoming the pain and tear out the hearts of my past, remnants of its former self, the memory of those places where he grew up, about the people who loved him. Flight allows him to survive, losing himself, but he still loses. We can reject their past, but it continues to torment us, it follows us like a shadow, which is annoying, until his death, whispers to us the truth about who we are.