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...
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CountryAustralia
winning men long
A man has to find a good woman, and when he finds her he has to win her love. then he has to earn her respect. then he has to cherish her trust. and then he has to, like, go on doing that for as long as they live. Until they both die. That's what it's all about. That's the most important thing in the world. That's what a man is, Yaar. A man is truly a man when he wins the love of a good woman, earns her respect, and keeps her trust. Until you do that, you're not a man.
mistake path shantaram
There are no mistakes. Only new paths to explore.
hate choices forgiving
The choice you make, between hating and forgiving, can become the story of your life.
tired fate waiting
Luck is what happens to you when fate gets tired of waiting
running stupid men
The world is run by one million evil men, ten million stupid men, and a hundred million cowards.
differences gossip people
You know the difference between news and gossip, don't you? News tells you what people did. Gossip tells you how much they enjoyed it.
sex revenge eye
The best revenge, like the best sex, is performed slowly, and with the eyes open.
heart possibility beats
every human heart beat is a universe of possibilities.
be-true-to-yourself true-to-yourself being-true
Be true to love where ever you find it, and be true to yourself and everything that you really are.
strong men good-man
A good man is as strong as the right woman needs him to be.
love-is opposites shantaram
Love is the opposite of power. That's why we fear it so much.
bully shantaram truth-is
The truth is a bully we all pretend to like
winning sometimes surrender
Sometimes you have to surrender before you win.
fists done palms
Slowly, desolately, the fist of what we'd done unclenched the clawed palm of what we'd become.